Marchioness Seren Rylanth
Dreams are more than mere glimpses of what could be, they are the drive for what will be.
Description: She stands tall and fair with a rich golden undertone to her milky skin, long limbed the extended digits of her hands seem even more so when she is weaving her work. White gold hair and silvery green eyes settle into a set of well proportioned elegant angles. Suffused with a self contained confidence it reaches most due to her rather lithesome height.
(Damp hair in dressing gown and a bruise on her forehead.)
Personality: Dreams live in her eyes, visions that no one else can see until she weaves them and it leaves her slightly off pace from others sometimes for she is often seeing something very different and far more vibrant than those around her. Despite her varied views she carries with her a reserved congeniality that makes her enjoyable company. More often than not she is by herself, preferring the peace and quiet that comes with the inner reflection but it can be said she will thrive off a gathering of creative people or those that wish to stand in the radiance of her creations.
Background: The Time of the Harbringers was not long over before Seren was born; fifty or so years. A daughter her mother could love she was doted upon and adored, taught all the more courtly ways so that no matter what other talents she might have she would always have her wits.
Other talents she did have. Seren, like many of her family found a deep connection with the Lifewell at an early age. She was spinning beautiful illusions and learning from her mother the more finer details to finish off her visions that she brought to life. No parlor tricks for her, no, she sought out to design motifs, tapestries of splendor that were living and shifting like plays and visions for all to see. Such talent grew even into her later years. She used her talents for gatherings, for celebrations, leaving spectators in awe of her work but there was always more to learn.
After one very successful event she took on a few request from the ruling House Serannar. Regal events and gatherings and when she was nearly two hundred became the illusion designer for the royal house. She took pride in all her work but now she was tried and tested beyond measure, having to rise to the challenge that was given to her. Always leave an impression - a different one each time.
When the moment of mortality struck, she learned one thing, that beauty is not beauty when there is no end. Her work became more stark, more truthful and it was more emotional as well for lives were ending and returning to the Wheel and at the age of nearly three hundred she knew own life was finite.
When the Eradication Wars came to pass, she used what once was a skill of beauty and art to offer protection and distraction for the Host, hoping to save as many of her people as she could. She lost many she loved and in those horrible years she lost the love of her art and learned how to weave monsters and foes for the host that were not the flesh and blood of her people. She very nearly lost her life on the battlefield but was saved and restored to health not a year before they were to sail.
She survived the crossing but a great part of her was left behind. It has taken all the years in the settling of the new lands for her to find a new vision, the edges of it just starting to take hold. But now she has loss to weave into the beautiful high notes, shadows to help make her colors sparkle and shine and remind the viewer that not everything is perfect.
Marriage: Rawlin was married to Seren in 7/1/52 PA. Rawlin joined House Rylanth from House Nalduine.