Lady Strify Leiyt

This is an inspiration blog for the fictional character Strify on Wyrmrest Accord. I do not own, nor claim ownership to any of the images posted.

[breitefantasie]

[strifyleiyt]

...with skin of ivory set ablaze by the fiery tresses that framed her delicate features.

[kougamishinyas]

Ah, my first drawing in 2015. It’s been a while since I drew something ASoIaF related. Here’s to that changing. ^^ 

On dA (x)

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[most-beautiful-girls-caps]

[strifyleiyt]

“To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.”

  ― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

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[strifyleiyt]

The Despair of Choice

'You are troubled.'

Restlessness held him captive as he paced to and fro, his fingers tapping against his thigh with each pause.

'I've a great deal on my mind.'

His steps brought him to the fountain's edge as he grasped hold of the stone rim.

'Why do you torment yourself in this needless way? You've a choice. Your path shall be of your own making, it is not predestined Marlunden. Fate does not bind you.'

Though familiar with her empathetic nature, he once more felt himself rattled as she read into the heart of his turmoil. Her words set ablaze to his fears, destroying the carefully erected distance he'd constructed within his mind.

'My faith would seek to mock me openly!' he challenged, looking up towards her. 'How much suffering shall I know before I am granted peace, or is such my fate, to live in ceaseless misery?'

'Brother-...' she began, as her hand reached out towards his own.

His stomach lurched as he felt bile rise in his throat. If she looked upon him in pity... No. He would not see her look upon him so, he could not bear to see it. Tension stole across his brow as he lowered his head that his unruly tangles would shield him from the tenderness in her gaze.

Reaching out slowly, Strify placed her hand along his own as she smiled softly. 'Time remains brother, you needn't decide today. And Marlunden? No matter what you should decide, I will stand by you.'

[pureblyss]

Since it is so likely that children will meet cruel enemies, let them at least have heard of brave knights and heroic courage.

C.S. Lewis (via courageous-and-strong)

[strifyleiyt]

A Rift Forms...

Near three turns of the glass had passed and yet the hall remained suspended in a chorus of disagreement, each voice ushered onward as ardent belief clashed heatedly against unwavering will.

She had foreseen the likelihood of such an outcome, of barely healed scars torn open to bleed afresh once more. No matter his intended reaction, he would be hard pressed to assuage the riotous emotions that now ran rampant throughout those gathered.

'They are uneasy, distrustful...I am not ignorant to the struggles written upon each of their faces, Sister.' Strify glanced towards him, her eyes tinged with remorse, 'Perhaps you are not, Brother, but you are ignorant to the rift you've created. Even now I feel you believe to draw the conclusion you crave through force of will...even as lines are drawn and sides chosen right before your eyes.'

'Come now, Sister K'ieshiera. You exaggerate, surely.'

'Time shall make fools of us all, but I do not wish to be right in this circumstance. I pray that I am not.'

[under-the-paris-sky]

[strifyleiyt]

“I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.” 

― Edna St. Vincent Millay

[psych-facts]

When you are attracted to people, it’s because of the details. Their kindness. Their eyes. The fact that they can get you to laugh when you need it the most.

Jodi Picoult, Sing You Home (via psych-facts)

[groteleur]

[strifyleiyt]

His words had wounded her. Though he claimed to hold her in the highest regard, Strify often felt as though he viewed her as an impotent child.

His determination to see her accept his view of Ahsahm became tiring...

Ally or no, he had forgotten who the decision lay with.

[strifyleiyt]

Well...I can at least say I've 'attempted' spear-fishing...

With a disparaging glance to Mirilla she began wading out deeper and deeper into the water. How had she gotten herself into this mess? 'Eaaaaasy. Steaaaaady. No need for haste,' she encouraged herself in a quiet murmur.

'Just one step at a timeeeeee-...' Her voice raised a few octaves as she pitched forward, slipping upon the muddied footing.

In a humiliating spectacle of frantic arm waving and shocked expression, gravity won out as she disappeared momentarily underwater. Holding back a sigh at the roar of laughter that erupted from Mirilla, Strify stepped onto the shore - each step yielding a horrible 'squishing' sound.

'Well...I do not believe it would be appropriate to say you take to water child,' Mirilla offered with an amused grin.

'I find treading the waters rather...cumbersome when attempting to hold a spear longer than the span of my figure,' she retorted with a deflated expression.

'Much as in your daily choices, you place too much concern upon the irrelevant and lose focus on what is vital,' Mirilla chided with a bemused smile.

...as ever, Mirilla held a tendency towards lecturing when she felt the presence of foolishness.

[ah-fuks]

You may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated. In fact, it may be necessary to encounter the defeats, so you can know who you are, what you can rise from, how you can still come out of it.

Maya Angelou (via ah-fuks)

[strifyleiyt]

Well...There is fishing and there is fishing with Mirilla.

'Mirilla truly, ...now you are seeking to be difficult for the sake of gaining my blush.' Along the edge of the grand lake she had found her, wading out amongst the cool waters with her spear in hand. To many, her draenic counterpart held many queer differences in how she went about enjoying recreational activities. Her rendition of 'fishing' seemed no different. 'You sought me out to speak, ...you need advice once more, it is plain upon your features child. But as it is, you find me enjoying the morning in peaceful solitude. Therefore, if you seek my ear then you must join me. I fail to see how that is being as you say, 'difficult'.' 'Truly you must mock the modesty in me at times I think,' Strify said quietly as she moved to lift her gown, tying it about her thighs as she waded out into the water. What seemed pleasant to Mirilla was rather cold to herself as goosebumps formed along her arms. 'You realize I have never...well I have never even held a spear, you cannot expect much of me I warn you.' 'On the contrary, I know what you are capable of child. I shall continue to hold you accountable to what I know you are able to manage. Here- ...' she moved closer, offering her spear to Strify.

[wvnderlst]

Tuscany, Italy

[strifyleiyt]

Listening to the inviting lull of the rain had proven a distraction as her tome lay forgotten along the bedside table.  The first rays of morning light had revived her of her stupor, drawing her out of doors as she walked the district to clear her mind.

Stormwind. There was a simple charm to the labyrinth of stone. The faint sounds of the market reached her; peddlers fastening back the canvas coverings of their stalls, criers announcing the day's goods in stock as slowly but surely the city came awake.

The warmth of the sun revived her, illuminating her translucent skin beneath its rays. She welcomed such as she wove her way amongst the roadways towards the gardens. Her thoughts had wandered of their own accord throughout the night. She held questions, questions that needed answers.

She needed to find Mirilla.

Now...just where was she?

[historyhair]

Renaissance Hair style from 2010 Students of Bayerisch Theater Akademie By Julia Kindsmüller