furufuro: NerebasAF Dulgardi, YAF Kaligarda, TF SaroyaColors: Dark blue & WhiteDulgardi and

furufuro:

Nerebas
AFDulgardi,YAFKaligarda,TFSaroya
Colors: Dark blue & White

Dulgardi and her sister come from a long line of Seers. She has the gift, and so did her mother, and her mother before her, and so on, and so on. But with the sight, comes a price. Their mother often said that visions and madness have visited their family in equal measure. The gift has skipped Kaligarda, but not the madness.

However she remembers a time, long ago, and brief as a flame, when the opposite held true, when Kaligarda had the sight, and her senses.

Kaligarda was a youth, but six seasons. She recalls cradling her sister’s trembling body in her arms when she awoke from the nightmares. The girl’s gown soaked through with sweat, tiny bones creaking like they would snap in her embrace. On those long torturous nights, their mother felt an ocean away in her chambers, but when the sun broke, she would appear, her words assuring, yet her eyes wavered, shining with terrors.

Then one night, Kaligarda saw something in those dreams too terrible to return from. She has not had a vision, nor been the same since.

Her sister, though still afflicted, has recovered greatly since then. These days Kaligarda spends her time brewing her own breed of burnwater, and helping her to raise her daughter, Saroya. As every child does, Saroya has changed her sister, helped to heal her spirit.

Their mother instilled a great sense of independence and distrust of others in them. It is because of this, she knows they will never marry, although she hopes Kaligarda one day will raise a child of her own. There is great joy in children. It is why she accepted Saroya when the young girl’s father perished in a hunt. And although the child is not her blood, she is hers all the same.

Saroya however, does not posses their gift, so both she and Kaligarda have tried to raise the young one in the way, but however dutifully studious Saroya is, the child does not believe. Yet she knows that her young one can indeed see. Not in the way their bloodline can, but in the way a hunter can read the soil, and knows what has trespassed there. Perhaps there is time yet. Unlike her mother, Dulgardi’s sight has always been clouded when focused on her kinfolk.

As it has always been, Dulgardi carries the burden alone. She prays that the gods may watch over her kin.