Priestess Eilidh Laenorin
No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.
Description: Eilidh is a slight young thing. Petite, with a slender frame and willowy arms, she doesn't even break six feet and there's nearly more hair to her than elf. The hair in question is an auburn tangle of loose curls that falls almost to her waist, most often left unbound to create a red halo around her delicate face. Her eyes, outsized compared to the rest of her features, are dark brown and carry a faraway, dreamy warmth.
Personality: If there is any purpose or order to the path of Eilidh's life, it's a tangled one that's invisible to outside observers. With her head in the clouds, the still-young elf drifts from here to there with no apparent cause beyond a vague inclination to do so. And yet, wherever she goes, she trails a little bit of light and joy behind her. She has a shrewd perceptiveness that cuts through her dreamy exterior, and where she finds it she'll stop for any wounded creature, elf or otherwise, to offer healing or comfort or merely a little lightness to their day. If she is a little odd, and liable to say exactly what she's thinking at all times, well - at least she does it with joyful whimsy.
Background: Eilidh has very few memories of Larandor; she was only 13 when they left. She has vague recollections of war and the weight of mortality, and much happier memories of spending time with the Hearthlings who were dear friends of her mother. Of the journey, she remembers the storm, and terrible fear. And she remembers the first time she saw their new land, standing at the edge of the ship between her mother and father.
She was only 34, still a child, when the flood came to Duindar. A great tragedy for her people, of course, but a personal tragedy for her as well: her father was swept away with the flood waters. Eilidh watched as her mother worked to heal and protect as many of their people as she could, even in the midst of private heartbreak.
She learned much from her mother. Compassion and mercy, even for the meekest and lowest amongst us. To help wherever she can. To care wholeheartedly - but never about what people think of her. To know and love Gala. To find and take and give joy. Her mother was, and remains, her inspiration. So when she reached adulthood, it was no surprise at all that she followed in her mother's footsteps, taking up the mantle of priesthood and healing.