Alkara arrives back in Afanen with plenty of time to spare. Though she’d be sleeping outside the city walls, she spends the day before the interview perusing the markets for anything else that might be useful in the upcoming fight. As the sun sets, she makes her way to the famed Star Market with Guenwyvar. […]
Alkara and Chiron sit on the bench just outside the office of Uncle Iro’s friend, Cato the Elder. Alkara swings her feet absently while Chiron plays with a small puzzle box Uncle Iro had gotten him on their last trip into the elves’ forest. Reäsin made. The trickiest of the Glöhasin. Their puzzles are just
Tharan sits at the desk in his study, sketching ideas for new designs, when he hears the familiar footsteps of his personal assistant coming down the hall and a timid knock. “Come in, Dorië.” “Apologies for the interruption Master Tharan, but we’ve just received a rather… lengthy commission request from a human woman named Alkara
A couple days after arriving in the Doësin capital, Alkara is still wandering the Star Market in Afanen, scowling and muttering to her herself. The Doësin elves are insufferable. She is literally here to give them money and they’d barely give her the time of day. She’d had a hell of a time getting any
2 years after a certain little girl meets a certain dark elf… “Come along, Alkara!” Iroshi calls over the din of one of Three Rivers’ marketplaces. Alkara snaps her attention back to her adoptive Uncle. “Coming!” She picks up her pace to catch up, but… There is this boy. She keeps seeing this big boy