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A half dozen years later, a small girl walked down a dark corridor. Her breath was visible in the cold air as her small bare feet padded along the stone. Despite the cold, she wore a light sleeping gown and clutched a small doll in her hand. She moved towards a heavy oak door. Light poured from under the door letting the small girl know the person she sought was inside. She gently knocked on the door. An older woman opens the door and scanned the corridor before finally dropping her gaze to find the small visitor. "Glacia?" the woman said, "What are you still doing awake?" The older woman, like the child, was pale skinned with white hair. Unlike the younger child, the woman's lips and fingernails were blue signifying her power and status. The older woman had blue eyes as well, but no where near as deep blue as the young child in front of her. In fact, the older woman felt a little uncomfortable under the gaze of the child's eyes. "I have a question, Abbess," The girl said. ÿ
"Very well, enter." The Abbess said, ushering the young girl to a chair. "What is your question?"
"Where am I from?" Glacia said without even a pause.
"You are from Terelim, my child. Why do you ask?" The Abbess said analyzing the child's reactions as she would an adult.
"I am different from the others. The other sisters who come here usually arrive her being older than me. They also talk of their families they came from. The arrive having reddish skin and colorful hair. They pick on me because I look like the older, graduated sisters." As the child spoke, the Abbess could not detect any sorrow or desire for pity from the child, only curiosity.
"You are special," the Abbess said. She paused and watched the child. She could tell the child was upset with the answer, knowing there was more. Even at this age, she could read others very well. ÿ"Your family is from a town called Wasingham. You came here when you were very young, with only that doll. You were born with the blessing of Terelim. As such, there is no better place for you than here. You have a destiny that only mother Terelim can know, but it will be special and grand."
The child looked at the doll. "This doll is my family." She said matter-of-factly, seemingly satisfied.
"We are all your family. Always honor your family." The Abbess said. The young girl nodded.
"Who are the Q'aan?" She said
"Our enemies. There will be time for you to hear of them another time." The Abbess said, ushering the girl back to bed.
As the years passed, the young Glacia grew and matured. She joined the Ice Maidens in their martial pursuits, preferring the heft of the blade to the punches and kicks of some of the other sisters. Besides, she knew she was not as graceful as they were. She was determined to serve Terelim, and she could do the most good with a sword and armor against the Q'aan. She was strong, but still wasn't a match for some of the others in endurance or grace. She did excel outside the field of combat. Her curiosity and intelligence aided her in the classes at the Nunnery. She had a gift with conversation and good grasp on any situation, even catching some of the older sisters in logic traps and mediating their disputes. Most dramatic was her presence. Glacia is known for her oratories and her demeanor, which was cold and piercing as an arctic wind, as determined as a glacier and as beautiful as a newly fallen snow. When not training physically or praying, she often read. Occasionally, she would engage in her hobby, which was to carve small toys and holy symbols. She especially enjoyed making little dolls like the one she had kept from when she was a child. The Virginals worked with the Elves and Dwarves of the mountain to stop the advance of the Q'ann. Glacia had become friends with a dwarven family and even learned their language. She had given some of her best dolls to the young girls in the Dwarven community. That was one of the rare times that Glacia would open up. She had friends with some of the other Virginals her age. Actually, almost everyone liked her and she was quick to help. But still the friendship felt more of an association than of the warmth of true friendship.ÿ She had learned all the Nunnery could teach her about the Q'ann and the world. The Abbess as well as the elder council agreed that it was time for Glacia to seek her destiny. She was given the task of checking on Q'ann movements in other parts of the realm and to proselytize Terelim.
Glacia has grown into a fine young woman of about 20 year of age. She has very pale skin and white hair. Her hair reaches down to the middle of her back when it is not tied up to fit into a helmet. Her deep blue eyes are very striking. She stands 5' 6" tall and has an athletic build that is a little on the frail side. She is most comfortable in her simple traveling gear and armor, but she understands that that is not the best attire to comfort everyone so she also has a simple nun outfit, similar to clerical vestments. She has an air of confidence and wisdom about her and she fits the perception of the Virginals as mediators. She will help anyone who needs although they may not like her blunt and accurate pronouncements as she does. She is also very slow to anger, or to any emotion for that matter. Not that she has no emotions, its that she is professional above all else.
Female Divani Paladin 8
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