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Abilene Sylva Caen

"We thank our Mother and the Spirits for their sacrifice..."

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a character in “A Wish and a Regret”, as played by SithFaced

Description

Abilene Sylva Caen
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Theme: "Spring Rain" by Yiruma
Role: The Misfit
Gender: Female
Nickname(s): Neta (a name her mother used to call her, meaning her "little shrub")
Age: 18
Race: Half-Dryad [Epimelides], Half-human

Appearance:
Abilene is a petite girl with an average sized figure. At full height she stands only just above 5'1'', and weighs in at only around 118 lbs. Her heritage is clearly a part of her appearance, as her mothers Dryad side shows itself in the girls fiercely white hair, and her sharp pink-red eyes. Some think her to be an albino, but in all reality, she simply resembles the blossoms of an apple tree. She inherited a mix of her father and mothers pale skin, and while her mother had a rounder face, she finds her own to be more sharp in its features; reminiscent of her father. Her hair appears rather smooth to the touch, but has a rather oddly smooth feel to it - its soft, almost like the petals of a flower, and has basically the same consistency and texture. It is also rather long and is varying in layer length. A very definitive feature happens to be a small patch of skin that has the same texture as the bark of an apple tree - this patch of skin starts just under her hairline at the nape of her neck, and only goes down about two inches, it winds around the front of her neck though, following in a line that gets progressively thinner, on the line of her collar bone. It never meets in the middle of her neck, and stops when its only just separated - as her collar bones are. Those around her may notice that she gives of a light smell of apples.

To say that she is pretty is definitely justified, though some find her to be just a little too odd for their taste, and so she tends to be watched from afar a lot.

Preferred Clothing:
Abilene likes to stick with paled colors; whites, pinks, washed out greens, and washed out browns are her favorites. She loves earthen tones, and wooded tones, and prefers light dresses to heavier material. She likes to feel free and not confined by her clothing, and though she is clothed so as to cover up everything necessary and a little more, her clothes provide her comfortable moving room.

Height: 5'1''
Weight: 118 lbs.
Hair Color: A white, that almost has a pink-ish hue to it in certain lights.
Eye Color: A strange mix between dark red and light pink.

Personality:
Abilene is definitely interesting, to say the least. As she wasn't raised around "normal" human children, or even those of other races, she has a rather hard time relating to them. While many find her to be kind, she is just odd enough that many of them avoid her or will talk to her when they're mostly alone or rather infrequently. Abilene hasn't really seemed to notice this, and if she has, she hasn't given it much thought. She just tries to live her life for the world around her, and give back to her Mother Nature whenever she can.

She is an overall kind hearted girl, and she has many good intentions. Most of the time she simply doesn't openly express them, which can put people off. She tends to be quiet in larger groups, and if at all possible, she will avoid those groups to begin with. She wants others to accept her, but at the same time doesn't really realize that they haven't.

She definitely doesn't experience the same range of emotions as other full humans do, which is apparent to some. She is more or less in a blissful or content state more often than not, though she does show distress when she thinks of her mother or her family. It is not often that she shows anger; Abilene cannot remember a time when she actually felt angry, other than towards the group of humans who destroyed her home.

Quirks:
Others view her has odd for talking with trees - in reality, many do not realize that there are spirits dwelling with and within those trees
Abilene is a bit withdrawn from society as she was raised out of it. She doesn't understand many practices of society.

Likes: The outdoors and nature, trees, her flute, her father, music, dance, sweet tasting treats, rain
Dislikes: Fire, those who wish to destroy the forests, illness, watching others in pain, bitter foods
Hobbies: People watching, growing flowers and trees, playing music

Phobia(s):
Pyrophobia --- Fear of fire

Weapon:
A small silver dagger necklace her father has given to her and insisted she keep with her at all times while in the city.

Fighting Style:
Abilene has never found herself in the need to use her fists or weapons. But her father has insisted that while she resides in the city with him, she is to carry a small dagger necklace with her at all times; she doesn't understand the need, but listens anyway. She would be hesitant to use it.
Her idea is to avoid the situation. She is very quick on her feet, swift and agile, and has learned how to climb tall trees quickly and efficiently from a very young age.

Abilities:
She has found that plants seem to grow better in soil that she has touched, whether it be intentionally or simply soil she has walked barefoot on.
She has a small influence on plants around her, and can manipulate wood in very small ways - like influencing the growth pattern of plants, and the ability to seemingly "breathe new life" into otherwise wilting trees [this probably relates more to her ability with minerals, as anything she touches, especially living plants, absorbs these minerals].
She has a calming demeanor, and finds that those around on avarage her tend to be in better moods.
She is quick on her feet, and can run quickly - shoes or not. She is used to moving about without shoes and has calloused feet from traveling barefoot over underbrush and loose stones.
She can recognize a tree or plant that is home to many different types of magical creatures; her strength, of course, is recognizing Dryad's.

Personal History:
There was a human man of Versali who had taken it upon himself to become more learned in the ways of the world. His name was Salus Caen, and at the age of 20, he set out into the world around him to find a place of his own calling to make his home. He was tired with the dislike and distrust between nations, and so he wished to settle into a home that was far removed from the rest of civilization. A two month long search lead him to a small wood far from his home, where he felt distanced enough from those he had come to dislike so much. It was in this wood that he planned his small home, just large enough to provide ample shelter and a bit of living space without disturbing the trees around it. He grew his own crop and only used what wood he had to in order to survive; yet each time he had to cut a tree down, he thanked the tree for its life and asked its permission to be used. Of course, they never answered and he never expected they would, but he continued to show his thankfulness to his Mother Nature, and his respect towards the spirits who he believed inhabited all living things.

Of course, Salus Caen was not taught much in the ways of the magical folk, and so he didn't know that the wood he resided in was in fact guarded by spirits of the Dryad. And though he cut down a tree or two in his stay, he never took more than he needed, and always tried to use the least amount he could. His respect and love for the forest around him and the shelter and food it provided him sparked an interest in a young Dryad - an Epimelides who guarded and watched over the lone apple tree that grew nearby Salus' home. She watched him live in the forest by his lonesome for a few months before she made the decision to reveal herself to him. As he did everyday, he would come to her tree to thank her for producing fruit for which he would eat. It was at that time she made herself known to him. Of course, he was surprised - she startled him to the point that he passed out the first time he saw her. But their relationship grew, and she found herself falling in love with the human male.

Salus eventually asked the Dryad - who came to call herself Xylia - to live as his wife. She gladly accepted, and soon bore him a daughter. The other Dryads of the small forest were joyed with the birth of Abilene Sylva, who grew to love the woods just as much as her own parents. Her mother gave her the loving nickname of Neta, in which she basically referred to her daughter as her "little shrub". She understood from a young age what her heritage consisted of, and though she had never met any other human children while living so far from her fathers first home, she did grow up with many companions - the Dryads of the woods always kept her company, and taught her the ways of the wood and the respect that should always be shown towards those of their kind and her own. She also learned from them her light influence over the wood, and while she couldn't shift from tree form to human form as her mother and aunts did, she did inherit her mothers long white hair and reddish eyes, all clear markers that she was related to a Dryad who protected the Apple Trees. She also inherited the ability to renew land with minerals, as she found that places she walked had an easier time growing plants than those around them. For 16 years, Abilene and her parents were able to live in harmony as a mixed family.

The next stage in Abilene's life is what she has dubbed her "uprooting". Her father had always wanted to stay far from civilization and protect his daughter from it, but civilization found its way to him and the woods he resided in. And civilization brought with it axes and fire. The Dryads residing further out in the wood warned Abilene of the approach of humans, but the young girl did not understand the implications. Those who moved in to the wood began to destroy trees and clear out the land for cultivation purposes - the soil was rich and had such a strong ability to grow crop with a higher yield. Many trees and their spirits and protectors were killed during this time, without the humans realizing exactly what they were doing. And soon, Abilene found her father pulling her from their small home in the middle of the night, dragging her as quickly through the forest as he could as the trees around her burned - some sort of mass renewal of the land, and an easy way to clear out the trees.

Abilene cried for her mother, but her father could only helplessly take his daughter to safety, as Xylia had screamed for him to take her little Neta as far away as possible; to save her from the same fate she knew she would soon endure, as Xylia could not physically leave her forest behind; she had to try to save the trees somehow, to preserve the lives of her sisters. Abilene struggled against her father the whole way, begging him not to leave her mother behind. But Salus could do nothing to fix the situation, and took his daughter farther from her home. This was Abilene's first true experience with the feelings of anguish and despair.

Abilene shut down to the world around her. Upon first coming in contact with "civilized" people, she was stunned to silence. But upon her father finding them somewhere to stay, she sat in silence for a few weeks, barely eating and sleeping most of the day away. Salus was distraught on how to help save his daughter from her first experience with loss - he too was grieving, but tried his best to hide it for the sake of Abilene. It was pure chance that he stumbled upon a small park in the center of the city they resided in - he took Abilene there immediately. The others in the city found it odd that the young girl sat and talked with the trees for hours, but the experience helped her open back up to her usual happy self. She never fully recovered from the loss - she is still dealing with it now, two years later - but she had made it her duty to find the family she left behind. Somewhere deep within her, she believes that her mother is still alive, and that maybe some of her aunts are too.

Other:
No one has called her Neta since she lost her mother.
Abilene has a wooden flute she carved from the tree of a "great aunt" cheery tree.
She has a habit of saying "We thank our Mother and the Spirits for their sacrifice" before she picks fruit from a tree, or uses any part of a tree (this applies to her use of all living things).

Optional Picture:
As I could not find exactly what I was looking for, I'd say that Abilene definitely is a combination of the picture given above and the one given below.
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So begins...

Abilene Sylva Caen's Story

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Salus Caen had watched his daughter's retreating form from the balcony of their modest apartment. "Abilene. Make sure to be home before too long," he had called out to her, and she had turned around and smiled at her father, reassuring him that such would be done before continuing on her way, her hair shining in the light of the setting sun.

Of course, this was a couple hours ago, and now the white-blonde haired girl was sitting under a large maple tree in a park in town. The sun had since gone down, but she remained; if her father was worried, he would come out to find her, as he had done on a few occasions in the past. There weren't many other places she liked to go besides to the woods and to the park, so there weren't many places he had to look for her if he did decide she had been out too long. And so the young woman continued to sit underneath the leaves, staring up at the moon through the spaces in between the branches.

She had woven a few petals and flowers that were wilting into her hair, cascading over her shoulders in a long braid - though not before saying a silent prayer of thanks to her Mother Nature for offering up its creations for such a thing. Her hands were just finishing off the last few twists of hair, and she tied it off with a piece of twine she had tied around her wrist. The flowers that now rested in her hair seemed to grow perkier with new-found life, though they were dead and would look it in a few hours at most.

The night air was cool and forgiving; such a contrast to the relentless heat of the day. She hadn't seemed to mind either way, though growing up in a forest had meant more shade than most, so she had retreated indoors when the peak of the heat finally hit. Abilene had longed for the fresh air of the world she knew most, and so at first chance, she escaped from the apartment - she didn't really understand the living situation in the town, and though she had lived there for a length of a few years, she still didn't find homes, like the ones in the town, to be necessary. She had questioned her father on the subject many times, but he simply insisted that was just how things were done.

She didn't have to like it, though.

Tucking a stray piece of hair that had escaped from her braid behind her ear, she relaxed against the maple tree, simply listening to the sound of running water coming from nearby. She began to hum very quietly to herself, once again watching the moon above. But she quieted herself as she heard the sound of singing coming from somewhere behind her, and simply listened to the beautiful melody. The language was unknown to her, though she didn't mind; she listened only to enjoy it. And from somewhere high above her, she heard the sound of a males voice seemingly join in.

She wondered, at first, if something had put a spell on her with some sort of magical powder, as she could have sworn she might be imagining the sounds. She couldn't pinpoint exactly where they were coming from. But she shrugged if off - even if she were imagining it, it certainly was beautiful. Climbing up into the tree, she apologized to the spirit residing within for disturbing its rest. "Do you hear that lovely music?" she asked the tree, though no answer came. Relaxing against the branches, she let her legs dangle over the edge, her eyes wandering. "Thank you for letting me use your branches to listen better." She patted the tree branch beside her in a thankful manner, and the leaves of the old maple rustled with the small breeze that blew past, as if to say 'you're welcome'.

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Character Portrait: Crane Ichabod Character Portrait: Knell-Lia Maris Osael de Oceania Character Portrait: Zeph'ere la Skiya ver Nimvus Character Portrait: Abilene Sylva Caen Character Portrait: Remmy Jakova Character Portrait: Sylvia Wiles
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Abilene had been listening happily to the beautiful melodies sung by the female and male from her perch in the old maple tree. Her senses were tangled up in the feeling and emotion that poured forth from the voices, and it seemed almost like a shock-wave to her emotions when they ceased their wonderful music. She listened harder for their melody, but picked up the sound of another's voice joining in - a female, who had a distinctive ring to her song.

The music continued on between the voices, until it seemed to end entirely. Abilene wasn't sure of the cause, and wished desperately for the song to continue; it had such a calming effect on her, and she felt ripped away from that calming sensation when the song ended. It left her wanting for more.

Swinging her feet up onto the branch next to her, she pushed herself up in to a walking position. Her movements throughout the branches were feline-like in nature, as she seemed to possess this almost unearthly balance. Moving around the large trunk of the tree, she climbed higher in its branches, and began her outward movement towards the sounds original location in hopes of catching it once more.

She listened harder, and found herself catching bits of a conversation between a group. Her curiosity was getting the best of her, and she searched the area ahead of her for signs of the group. Her eyes found a bridge, not too far from her location in the tree, just over the water. The group was gathered around, speaking with one another. A male from the group broke off and went his own way, and some more joined into the gathering. Abilene tried harder to hear what the conversation was about - these people seemed odd to her; different. She had never seen someone with wings before, or hair of such a bright fiery color. And the two females who seemed alike in some way were also a curiosity to her; they seemed almost as if they didn't belong. There was one female who seemed normal compared to the rest, as well as two males who she couldn't really see all two well; she assumed they were rather normal. And then there was also that large metal... person? She wasn't all too sure on what was standing with the group. She had heard what sounded like a males voice come from inside it, but the concept of armor confused her.

Leaning out more on the branch, she strained harder to hear that groups conversation. She felt the old maple give a groan, and she looked towards the tree in apology. "I just want to hear the song again..." she said to the tree, as if explaining her reasoning. Turning back to look at the group, she made another motion to try to hear better...

...and found herself no longer high up in the tree branch. Instead, she was plummeting towards the water below the branch she had been on, having seemingly taken a tumble from the branch for being overzealous on hearing the beautiful song once more.

She hit the waters surface with a medium impact, the force of it stunning her for a few moments; she immediately found water filling her nose and mouth, which was enough to break her out of that stunned stillness. Abilene felt as if the weight of the world was upon her, and she struggled underwater for a few moments, trying to push herself upward. The cold water stung against her skin, and she stuck her hands out in an attempt to find something to grab onto. A lonesome root from the maple tree was the first thing she grabbed, so she pulled herself towards the tree itself using the root as a guide. Touching mud, she scrambled up and out of the water, onto the bank where the tree was growing near. She coughed water out of her mouth as well as the bit she felt in her lungs, and gasped for clean air, feeling the sharp contrast to the temperature of the water as the chilly night air filled her lungs and numbed her skin.

Clothing clinging to her form, she tried to stand to remove herself from such a close proximity after such an event, but found herself unable to move from her spot; her legs were too shaky from the experience. Instead she tried to back herself into the form of the tree, hoping beyond all hopes to simply disappear into the bark.

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Character Portrait: Crane Ichabod Character Portrait: Knell-Lia Maris Osael de Oceania Character Portrait: Zeph'ere la Skiya ver Nimvus Character Portrait: Abilene Sylva Caen Character Portrait: Remmy Jakova Character Portrait: Sylvia Wiles
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Knell could only smile a bit as her dear friend stood to her feet in what seemed to be a flighty manner, she was indeed a nervous girl at the moment, it was obvious enough to the Undine Princess because dear Echo happened to be fiddling about with her hair again, something she always did when nervous. She was really happy to see her again so soon, after being separated in such a shocking manner, it was sort of hard to fathom just how much Echo had been missed, Knell didn’t really realize until seeing her again that she’d been so worried about her. And despite their reunion, the Undine girl was already back to her shy and timid ways at being so near new people; Knell understood how meek the pastel-haired woman could be around new people.

However, she herself found new people fascinating; the experience wonderful in itself~ Even with what she had dealt with that morning, when she’d met Crane, the prospect of meeting a group of new people was great, she’d been so isolated from people before, and meeting someone new was fantastic. They would have stories to share with her, about things she’d never seen or heard about. . . . That was something that she cherished completely, hearing about what wonders the world before her held made her want to see more of it every day. And, that was something she hoped she got a chance to do; although her life was threatened, Knell was okay because it gave her a new leash on life, the chance to see the world with freedom she hadn’t had before. Best of all, she even got to see it with her dearest friend Echo. On top of that even, she already had another traveling companion too.

What was not to be happy about . . . ? ‘And yet still, I have met more people whom are all interesting, one of whom is even a noble, one that seems so very different from nearly all I have encountered before. . . .’

‘Knell, don’t you think you might be getting a bit overenthusiastic about this? Even if this Sylph prince might seem different from Llyr or our sisters, you never know what to expect out of people.’

The Undine girl lowered her head a bit and a softhearted smile formed on her young face, knowing well her brother’s intentions, his warnings were meant to keep her protected, safe. He just wanted what was best for her, her safety; which is why he was anxious, nervous and unsure of having so many unfamiliar people around her right then. Even if when he overtook her body, he would not be able to protect her from so many unknown people at once. Even if the prospect of danger was evident, Knell still felt . . . secure. ‘I am aware that I should be careful around so many unknowns Canaan, but . . . I do not sense ill-intent from anyone here, and also, I have companions who will help keep me safe if something took a wrong turn.’

Canaan did not respond to Knell’s words, but the girl could still feel her brother stirring within his half of her mind, his soul not at ease yet. But really, Knell felt safe where she was, even with so many people around whom she didn’t know, it felt all right, okay. They hadn’t tried to harm her, so, she had no reason to believe they’d do so. Her identity was still a secret too, even if Crane was aware of her Undine heritage, he didn’t know she was royalty, a princess. . . .

Moving her hand off her lap, Knell placed it delicately upon the paved road below herself, and carefully pushed herself up to her feet again, proceeding to brush her skirt off, and to smooth out any wrinkles within it. It was time to cease sitting, especially when Echo had already ascended upward. A bit of a laugh came from her throat as she smiled to the group of people, “Well, I can say without a single doubt within my mind that I was not at all expecting to encounter so many new people all at once here. I only sought after Echo, but, I am very happy to make the acquaintance of everyone here~” she nearly sang, the elation in her voice evident. Lacing her fingers together, Knell set her hands at her front. In a way, the girl was honestly curious about what had led so many strangers to meet in one place at a single point in time like this. . . .

“Ah~ If I may be allowed to ask it of everyone here . . . why is it that everyone converged into one location so suddenly?” Knell asked, looking around at everyone, the curiosity sparkled in her aquamarine eyes. But, before anything could happen, the Undine girl found herself distracted by the sounds of a splash in the river below . . . and someone struggling. Blinking in surprise, Knell found her legs moving before her mind functioned and registered it in her mind. Her small hands were placed upon the handrails of the stone bridge once again, and she was looking over the side of it in uncertainty, knowing she’d heard something within the water that didn’t sound good.

The girl leaned over the side of the railing further to try to see better in the dark of the night . . . yet she managed to just about lean out too far, because Knell about found herself tipping over the side, and into the river below, a yelp coming from her lungs as it began to happen.

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Character Portrait: Crane Ichabod Character Portrait: Knell-Lia Maris Osael de Oceania Character Portrait: Zeph'ere la Skiya ver Nimvus Character Portrait: Abilene Sylva Caen Character Portrait: Echo-Una Acacia Amalric de Oceania Character Portrait: Itan Soldin
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“Ah~ If I may be allowed to ask it of everyone here . . . why is it that everyone converged into one location so suddenly?” Knell asked.

Before Zeph'ere could respond, the sound of something or someone fell into the nearby river, loud enough to make a splash, both figuratively and literally. Knell went to the edge of the bridge, leaning over it uneasily as if she did not know her own weight or balance. "Be car..." but before Zeph'ere could shout out his warning, Knell went right over the siding. Luckily, the knight accompanying her managed to catch, but gravity was not on his side. Whipping out his twin fans, Zeph'ere quickly blew an updraft under the dangling girl, gently keeping her from descending much further. However, as the knight began to follow Knell over the side. Zeph'ere focused himself to keep the air pushing them up just as the salamander returned in the nick of time to pull them the rest of the way up. Zeph'ere sighed in relief as he released his control of the wind and sheathed his fans. With a swoop of his wings he lifted himself into the air, flying over to the bridge, landing gracefully on the railing just after the salamander leapt over the side to the river below.

"Are you alright?" Zeph'ere asked in concern as he fluttered his wings lightly and tucked them back.

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Character Portrait: Crane Ichabod Character Portrait: Knell-Lia Maris Osael de Oceania Character Portrait: Zeph'ere la Skiya ver Nimvus Character Portrait: Abilene Sylva Caen Character Portrait: Remmy Jakova Character Portrait: Sylvia Wiles
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Sylvia stayed silent, she didn't know what to do. "I can either talk and possibly die...or stay quiet and possibly not die." She thought as she watched the others chat and move about. she looked down at her hands a fiddled with them as she listened. She thought it over and realized she needed to get home, the night was getting colder and she shivered. She looked weak next to them, like she didn't belong. "I-I think I should go, I am so sorry to be of bother." She whispered, hoping that they would hear her. If she had to speak any louder her voice might crack. The whole time talking she looked down at her hands a feet.

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Remmy sort of avoided the spotlight. While he was very much an artist, mastermind, and performer in the sense, he did prefer some animosity.

Thats when one of them asked a question. "Well that's sort of why we stopped. We were wondering why you all had converged here, and we ended up converging here as well. I was especially curious because this area is known for its Bandit problems. Also, don't forget what else could lurks these woods....". The Funny thing is, he WAS one of the things that is in these woods. Werewolf and all, but that was personal, and he planned to keep the fact he and his brother are werewolves secret for now, locking these thoughts within the deepest depths of his mind. Just in case.

He then noted "So, why is everyone gathering here? Or is this some sort of weird twist of fate?".

And this is most likely the part where Fate is face palming. Anyways, that's when he also noted "Maybe it was that singing we heard before. Singing has a tendency to lure people in....."

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Character Portrait: Crane Ichabod Character Portrait: Knell-Lia Maris Osael de Oceania Character Portrait: Zeph'ere la Skiya ver Nimvus Character Portrait: Abilene Sylva Caen Character Portrait: Remmy Jakova Character Portrait: Sylvia Wiles
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Having heard it asked enough times, Zeph'ere wanted to explain himself. "I was just following that one's voice." He raise his hand along with his wing and point at Echo. He tucked his white wing back in and continued. "I heard her voice near the mouth of the river. I am traveling the world on my Rums'nido, my kind's rite of passage. I heard her voice coming from the bridge but then carried closer to town. It was a beautiful tune, I've never heard anything like it." The heir-prince knew the dangers of this world, but he had yet to cross anything he wasn't able to stop on his own. But if it comforted the young woman with a voice as pure as the sea, it would better to go inside. "I've just arrived here, I can afford lodging so I will be happy to reimburse you for my stay." Zeph'ere smiled with the sincere charm becoming of a future king.

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Knell could not help the abashed expression that formed over her face at hearing that so many strangers had possibly gathered to the bridge because of the singing she’d begun and Echo had taken to as well beforehand. Song was a gift from the great Father Osael, a present to his Undine children. Even when it was not being used to invoke the many blessings of water, it still carried to it an edge that appealed to people, and caught their souls . . . even if such a thing was not intended. All she had been wanting to do was to sing, to remember the lullaby sung to her by her missing mother. ‘It seems that Echo and I drew everyone in.’ she laughed just a bit at the thought, face flushing just a bit. ‘Undine are suppose to be renowned for their voices, are they not?’

‘Of course, Undine are known for that throughout the world, among other things, Knell. . . .’ Canaan responded as his sister drew a hand up to the side of her face. ‘Are you really getting embarrassed now?’

‘I-I cannot help it. I did not mean for my singing to spawn this.’ she sighed, ‘My song drew people together and interrupted their actions because it grasped hold of them, and inhibited their thoughts.’

“I must apologize to everyone,” the Undine started, drawing her hand back down to her other, intertwining her fingers together at her front. “Even if you are not upset by the fact that you were drawn here by the song Echo and I sang, I still believe I owe you all an apology. . . .” Even if there was no need for her to say sorry to anyone, Knell could not help but feeling some level of guilt for what her song had done. Shaking her head, Knell looked back at everyone around her, “Regardless of whether or not everyone is capable of paying their own ways, I would still prefer to at least pay for a late meal for everyone that the song drew together.”

Setting a hand to her mouth, Knell shouted, “Echo!! Come now, we are headed to the Inn to eat, you need to be properly introduced to Sir Crane as well since you and I are to be traveling with him consistently soon!” She had no idea that her friend was turning to flee away from her. All she knew for sure was that the distance between herself and the other Undine had widened, thinking it was only because of the shyness felt by the pastel-haired girl. The guilt within Echo’s heart was an unknown stigma to Knell . . . she assumed only the obvious of her dear one. Although Knell was otherwise oblivious to what remorse lay within Echo, there existed someone else who was not quite so assuming.

Within his half of her mind, the Undine Princess could feel her brother stirring regarding the action taken by Echo then. He knew what she was doing, what it was she was up to now . . . that her gaining distance was not because she was timid toward all of the new people around. As Echo continued to slip further away into the dark night, a look of confusion passed over Knell’s young face, sorrow melded into it. She didn’t understand why. Why Echo was still . . . going. ‘Ca-Canaan? Why has Echo not stopped yet? Even if she were nervous around strangers, she would have ceased moving by now.’

Tears began to form within Knell’s eyes, but she blinked them away. “Ec-Echo . . . ?” she murmured out, taking just a step forward, a hand drawn up to her chest in uncertainty.

Within her mind, Canaan’s presence began to strengthen. And Knell herself felt as if she were growing weak; falling asleep abruptly. The suddenness of the feeling hit her, and made her stumble where she stood, looking faint in the face. She knew this feeling, like a hand gently clasping around her soul, drawing it away from the world and into a soothing hold, an embrace like that of a mother’s. The connection she felt to reality felt as if it were fading away, slowly, slowly. Her senses began to grow weaker, until they were no more, and only tiredness overtook her. ‘Canaan . . . please be kind to those who aided me. . . .’ That was the last thing she thought before slipping into the darkness of slumber. The Undine’s body stilled as this transition took place, her face vacant, without an expression; her eyes utterly listless.

As it ended, there was a notable distinction that overtook Knell’s body, as her head turned upward, the appearance that had taken hold of it was quite different than before, the innocence, the kindness and pleasant glint within her aquamarine eyes had vanished and were replaced by something that seemed to be steeled . . . that was suspicious. Hands clenched into fists as her sides, her expression cold, and knowing.

Echo Thrussell!!” The voice that came from Knell’s throat carried with it a tone opposite of before, there was no hint of politeness in it as before, no kindness, no gentle edge. “Don’t you dare think I don’t know what you are doing!” There was a confidence within this voice that was not within it normally, and on top of that; her voice seemed to belong to another person entirely, from the tone it carried to even how it sounded, and carried through the air. As Knell’s voice was reminiscent of the placid sea, this one that came from her could be thought of as similar to a raging storm. “I know that you are perfectly aware of what I’m talking about, Echo! Do you really think that running away from her is going to absolve anything at all?! Will it really do anything other than make her scared, and sad from the confusion of why you left without a damn word?!” The Undine Princess shouted; voice loud, angry.

“You know perfectly well what it is I am capable of! I’m not scared to do what I have to do in order to keep her happy, Echo! And, I’ll do whatever the Hell I have to in order to make sure that you don’t make her cry! Get back here now!!” Canaan screamed at Echo, forcing Knell’s voice out of her mouth with as much power as he could manage. He wasn’t lying when he’d said he would do whatever he had to in order to keep Knell from crying, even in front of these strangers he did not trust or care for. He would do anything to keep his sister smiling, and happy. Even if it meant exposing her as an Undine to more people than just the knight; he would invoke the water below and force Echo into her Undine form before letting her run away from Knell by land; he’d leave her ‘beached’ where she was before she could get away.

No matter how painful the change was for an Undine, Canaan was not afraid to induce it upon the person Knell held as one of her dearest as long as it meant keeping her around, to keep Knell smiling. Echo knew about Canaan, how different he was from Knell, what he would do, could do. . . . And, if she didn’t come back of her own volition, she would come back by force.

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Character Portrait: Crane Ichabod Character Portrait: Knell-Lia Maris Osael de Oceania Character Portrait: Zeph'ere la Skiya ver Nimvus Character Portrait: Abilene Sylva Caen Character Portrait: Remmy Jakova Character Portrait: Sylvia Wiles
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"I was just following that one's voice." The winged one pointed toward Echo, but she would never have known. She didn’t think much of her voice. It may have been gorgeous, but in her mind… She was nothing special. Echo assumed Zeph’ere had been speaking of Knell. He raise "I heard her voice near the mouth of the river. I am traveling the world on my Rums'nido, my kind's rite of passage. I heard her voice coming from the bridge but then carried closer to town. It was a beautiful tune, I've never heard anything like it. I've just arrived here, I can afford lodging so I will be happy to reimburse you for my stay." He sounded pleasant from behind the tall undine.


“I must apologize to everyone,” Echo could hear her friend speak from behind her. She sounded rather… Nervous. “Even if you are not upset by the fact that you were drawn here by the song Echo and I sang, I still believe I owe you all an apology. . . Regardless of whether or not everyone is capable of paying their own ways, I would still prefer to at least pay for a late meal for everyone that the song drew together.” Echo felt her heart sink with every word the princess spoke. She fought back the tears welding in her eyes. She would not cry.

“Echo!! Come now, we are headed to the Inn to eat, you need to be properly introduced to Sir Crane as well since you and I are to be traveling with him consistently soon!” Echo heard her dear friend call to her. She gripped the cloth over her heart and braced herself. She felt the confusion wash over her friend…




“Ec-Echo . . . ?” Knell cried out…


Echo stoped.

MOVE![/] She urged herself… [i]Run! She begged herself. She did not move. Her heart bled within her chest. Water continued to build up in the young one’s eyes… I will not cry! It was an order. She begged herself not to cry… Her eyes reddened with the urge to let her tears fall.



Echo Thrussell!” It was Canaan… His voice was hard and cold… There wasn’t a hint of a waver in it. His voice was a rock. Echo collapsed to her knees. She sniffled, but she refused to cry. “Don’t you dare think I don’t know what you are doing!” His voice stayed strong and accusing… Sometimes Echo wondered if Canaan knew her better than Knell did… He believed less of the goodness in everyone than Knell seemed to. “I know that you are perfectly aware of what I’m talking about, Echo! Do you really think that running away from her is going to absolve anything at all?! Will it really do anything other than make her scared, and sad from the confusion of why you left without a damn word?!” His voice raged like a hurricane, forcing winds knocking Echo futher down than she had ever felt…Canaan was right… All Echo would do by leaving is cause more problems… If Echo stayed, she’d weigh her friend down… If she left, she would weigh her down. The options were plain and simple. Weigh Knell down or weigh Knell down… Echo was a dead weight no matter what she did…

Echo’s hands gripped the clot harder… Her pale skin seemed almost transparent, showing the bones of her knuckles under it.


“You know perfectly well what it is I am capable of! I’m not scared to do what I have to do in order to keep her happy, Echo! And, I’ll do whatever the Hell I have to in order to make sure that you don’t make her cry! Get back here now!!” Echo was submissive. She forced herself to stand and she drug herself to his side… Her back was curved. She slouched unconsciously as she wished to disappear.

Please don’t speak of Knell as her… Someone will find out… Echo begged inside… Echo was ready to give up. She was ready to vanish forever… To cease her existence. There wasn’t a reason for her to be around. She knew she was nothing… That she was the original betrayer of Knell… There was no reason Knell would want such a horrid and evil person to stay by her side. She could never make up for that mistake. She could never mean anything to anyone… But somehow she meant something to the princess.

Knell held Echo dear to her heart… Echo held Knell dear to hers. But there was a reason their friendship was forbidden. People like Echo should never exist… Echo had no place in the world… The gloom air of doom hung in the air around Echo. She felt as though everyone could see her tar heart bleeding from a mile away… The darkness in her was prominent… Even if Echo would not allow herself to shed any tears… She knew her pain was apparent… Why am I here? She questioned herself. She was ready to bolt away, to leave the world far behind…

All Echo could do was prove how much of a fool she was… No matter what she did now, she would forever lose the trust of her friend… Of course, Knell had every right to hate Echo and to never trust her… This makes two betrayals from Echo and none from Knell…


Echo felt like gum on someone’s shoe… Icky, gooey stuff that never lets go, but aggravates everyone. Although that is horrid, Echo didn’t know how to change… Although she trained to be strong, she was still as weak as a little guppy. Her heart wanted to help Knell, but her mind didn’t know how… No matter what, both of them would be hurt if Echo didn’t get stronger soon… Faster too. Under the sea, she may be fast and strong, but even with the pressure of the sea weighing against her, she was weak and slow on land. The pressure of the water felt like nothing… She could float through the sea and never know anything else… With that, she would be content. On land, Echo didn’t understand how to coordinate her body and she became flimsy and slow… Gravity pushed her to the ground and there was nothing Echo could do to stop it. It did the same to Knell. The last thing Knell needed was for another clumsy undine to prance around and ruin things for her… But she also didn’t need to lose her friend. Some friend Echo was…

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Embarrassment was the first emotion to write itself onto Abilene's face; that was followed almost as quickly by a feeling of needing to be withdrawn from the situation. Torn between staying by the tree and running off, as best as she might have been able to in a soaking wet dress, the pale-haired girl couldn't come to a decision fast enough on whether to leave or stay.

Her commotion seemed to cause an array of trouble all its own, and the Dryad wished once more she could simply melt away. 'Maybe they didn't notice...' she thought, feeling even more embarrassment color her cheeks at the realization that maybe she shouldn't have been quite so nosy.

Her mind told her to leave, since most likely no one had noticed her - of course, she was lying to herself. But before she could make her getaway, a male who had helped right the commotion on the bridge began to make his way towards her.

She backed up instinctively towards the tree trunk, wanting more than anything to climb right back up into the branches and disappear from sight. The old maple gave a sort of groan, almost as if had read her very thoughts and was trying to encourage her not to go through with them. Finding her legs unable to listen to her brain, she once again focused her attention on the male who approached. Who was he? What was he planning on doing? She had never seen someone quite like him before. He was so very, very... tall. Abilene had to crane her neck to see him as he approached her.




What was it her mother and father had told her when she was younger, she thought. Something about the Dryad people ranging in height, and she had just happened to get the short end of the stick. She had given her father a rather bland expression at his joke - he had thought it was rather humorous and laughed about it for quite a few minutes. Once he finished laughing, he continued on to explain himself. "The dryads can be tall or short, depending on the trees they inhabit and protect. You come from a mother who protected the apple trees, and a father who just happens to be human." He had ruffled her hair slightly at that point, before pulling her into his lap as her mother continued his story for him.

"Your aunties protect trees that range in height, and many of them are taller, depending on the tree. But there are other creatures of this world who vary in height as well. Some may be smaller than you, and some may be much taller. But this doesn't make them any less or more than you, do you understand?" She had nodded towards her mother, burying her head in her fathers neck. He smiled, and her mother came to sit in front of her husband and daughter. "You must promise me you will not judge them, until they have given you fair evidence for you to do so." Abilene had looked upon her mothers loving face, and nodded once more.

Her father smiled; "Thats my girl..."





Abilene's memory drifted away from her, as she brought herself back to the situation at hand. The male was just right in front of her, and she found herself drawing in a deep breath, and pulling herself away from the tree to stand up straight. Fully expecting whatever it was that he would say to her... she didn't find herself expecting him to wrap a warm cloak around her shoulders. Grasping at it as he closed it around her front, she gazed up at him in mild surprise.

"You alright miss?" he had began, and she nodded slightly. "Not exactly the best idea to take a dip in a freezing river in the middle of the night." He seemed to almost have a slight smile about the way he said his last sentence, and she found herself looking around her surroundings, almost forgetting where she was.

Looking back up at him, she went to explain herself, before closing her mouth tightly, biting back the words before they came. 'I only just fell in... well, because I was snooping...' she thought, once again feeling embarrassment heat her cheeks. She couldn't bring herself to say it, so she paused before she gave him an answer.

"Thank you for your kindness. I... seemed to have lost my balance." The smile she offered him was timid, as if she were testing the waters. He seemed genuinely worried about her well-being, and it was then that she realized exactly what he had given her.

Feeling as if it were too much for him to have given her his cloak, she lightly protested. "I very much appreciate your kindness, but I cannot possibly take this from you and soak it through because of my mistake..." Her voice trailed off, and she felt at a loss on what to do. She had to admit; the cloak was warm and had a sort of comforting appeal to it. And he was right... it was cold out.

Her ears picked up someone mentioning food, and a place to stay, and she immediately pictured the Inn near her home. 'Maybe I could go there to dry off. If father saw me soaked through...' She let her thoughts trail off, and simply pulled the cloak around her shoulders slightly more, trying to ebb off the bite of the cold which was beginning to seep through her.

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"Take it, it's no big deal. Just an old cloak."

Abilene felt her smile widen ever slightly. To her, it was a big deal. The fact that he was kind enough to hand his cloak off to someone he didn't even know left her feeling as if he might be someone she could consider a friend.

Her expression changed slightly at his next comment, from confusion to slightly embarrassed understanding. "Fits you perfectly." She blushed slightly at the realization that it, in fact, did not. The back of the cloak trailed off behind her, as she was definitely a lot shorter than he was. He seemed to be laughing though, so she felt herself offer up a slight smile in turn.

"My name's Itan by the way. Come on, I've still got some extra coins left over. I'll buy you a drink and a bite to eat while you dry off next to the fire pit at the Inn. I'm not taking no for an answer, just a fair warning."

Abilene blinked, absorbing exactly what he was saying. She pulled the cloak slightly tighter around her shoulders, before shifting her weight. "That is very kind of you to offer, Itan." She let his name sit in her mind for a bit, feeling the foreignness of it on her tongue; to say the least, it was very different from the names of her Dryad relatives. Simpler, even. She paused as he rested his hand on her shoulder; a friendly gesture. "You've offered me so much. I'm not quite sure how I can pay your kindness back." Abilene furrowed her eyebrows, before glancing toward the trees, searching for something quite specific.

When she found what she was looking for, she moved slightly away from Itan, the back of the cloak trailing behind her. Crouching by the bark of the old maple tree, she plucked a few leaves from a plant growing all around the roots. "We thank our Mother and the Spirits for their sacrifice," she whispered for only the trees to hear, as she stood back up and turned back towards Itan.

Approaching him, she held out her hand in an offering, and in it the small leaves of the plant. "These are for you in return for your kindness." In her hand sat a dozen or so leaves of Jewelweed. "Crush them up, and put them on cuts, stings, or burns. But whatever you do, do not eat them." She smiled towards him, before finishing off her thought. "My name is Abilene, by the way..."