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Commission from Stephanie Hue on Twitter.

Calria enjoying some respite by a bonfire in the woods while on a search for the woman who cursed her. 

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Calria by maja42106905 on Twitter.

A Knight afflicted by a horrible, terrible curse presses forward.

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A commission of Calria by Stephanie Hu. Really love how it turned out!

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Setting Prompt: A crowded market on a humid night where you keep getting turned around - haven't you passed that stall five times now?

“Shall I peer into your fate, lost one?”

Calria slows her steps and looks to her left. A woman both young and old sat beneath the shade of an elaborate, deep blue tent. The stall sat skinny and high, cloth top held by a gnarled tree branch. She sat in a darkwood chair on the right side of a table with her hands rested neatly atop a silk covering. One hand was smooth and pale while the other had curdled with time and shook uncontrollably. The aged fingertips tapped broken fingernails at the edge of the table while she regarded the Sindorei with interest. 

Deja vu rose in her stomach and alarm throbbed at the forefront of her head. Calria regards the seer cautiously then turns, trying to determine where she was. No...she was not mistaken. This was the third, maybe even the fifth time she’d passed by this stall. She’d been walking a straight line as far as she could tell, searching for the friends she’d tended to the Festival with. The Knight runs a hand through her hair and knits her brows. She ignores the call and quickly starts down the main stretch of stalls, this time going the opposite direction in hope this would prove more yielding results.

Calria marches onwards, trying to keep her gaze straight. A myriad of different vendors and food stands blurred together as she set course for the exit. The elf tried to steady her mind and focus inwards. Perhaps it was a trick, or she’d been walking for longer than she intended. Was she truly just tired? Lost? Lanterns dangled from the tops of leafless trees that depicted a multitude of different faces that taunted Calria as she pushed forward. Minutes turn to what feels like hours until the Sindorei spots a familiar face out of the corner of her eye. She turns her gaze away from the main road and rushes for a nearby stall. A hand grips the shoulder of a coppery-haired woman and turns her around.

“Miss Cassandra, we need to leave immediately--”

The human woman knits her brows and glares up at Calria. Brown, short curls wrapped about her rounded face that were pushed up by a large Pandaren plush in one arm. “What’s your problem?” She touts in an accented tone. She shoves Calria away then turns back to the stall, free arm wrapping around another. Calria takes a few steps back, several festival-goers brushing past her as the crowd thickens. She whispers apologies and reaches up, rubbing sweat from her face. The humid air felt like a wet, hot blanket that weighed heavily on her body. Her clothes were damp with sweat and her single eye wildly looked from side-to-side in distress. 

“Shall I peer into your fate, lost one?”

Calria inhales sharply and turns on her heel, nearly tripping over herself. The woman was sitting in the same spot under the shadow of her tent. The candle that burned fervently at the center of the table dripped no wax and emitted a soft, yellow light. The Sindorei gives a gentle shake of her head and lumbers forward, sifting through the packed road. She approaches the seer and narrows her eye, words leaving her throat in a tired, exhausted timbre. 

“Release this spell, stranger. I have no time for this game you wish to play.”

The woman leans back in her seat and chuckles in a low, raspy manner. The left portion of her face was wrapped in bandages, gray hair tucked over the edges pulled behind her in a messy bun. Despite the aged visage of her one hand, the right side of the seer’s face was porcelain. A calm, serene woman who watched Calria with interest with a singular brown eye. Though seemingly young, her voice was hoarse and quiet. 

“It is no magic of mine. And now that I can see you clearly, I believe perhaps you are not even truly lost.”

Calria curls her fingertips into gentle fists and gives a tilt of her head. The woman within the tent moves her hands, one mortal and another timeless, up under her chin. She leans forward in her seat and gestures with her head to the seat across from her. “Fate calls you here and there is only one way to appease it,”she whispers in a gutteral tone. “Please, have a seat.”

The Sindorei closes her eye briefly and relaxes her posture. She wipes her hand across her face then ducks under the entrance of the tent to step inside. The ache that had been present in her head had moved down to the back of her neck. She felt sore and ill; her memory addled. Calria had forgotten why she’d come in the first place, but the moment she sat across the seer something felt...right. Calria takes a deep breath then regards the stranger.

“Do as you will, then. If you insist upon peering into my future or my past be done with it so I may leave.”

The woman smiles gently then moves her hands down to the table. Her hands busy themselves with shuffling an ornate, gilded deck of cards while the flame at the center of the table burned bright. Her eye was half-lidded as she turned to address Calria. She places the cards beside the candle, fingertips resting atop the deck. 

“Cursed soul, you know why you are here,” the Seer states firmly. She lifts her hand from the deck and rests them across her lap. “And I, know why I am here. It would do me no good to tell you of a past you have lived. To tell you of a future you know is destined to occur.” 

Calria leers at the woman. Her look had greatly soured and the ache bubbled in her throat, making it uncomfortable to speak. Sweat glistened across her face as the flame danced in between them. She wipes her hands against her legs then reaches forward, picking a card from the deck at random. Her gold eye looks over the illustration presented before her. She seemed unsurprised at the draw, though her hand shook in frustration. Calria closes her eye as the seer watches her carefully, a muted expression on her face. 

“Your fate is still unchanged, child. May this serve as a fair reminder, it is the only choice left.”

Calria slowly opens her eye and looks towards the woman. The seer’s beautiful and tarnished palms lay on either side of the candle, an offering to the Sindorei who sat across from her. Calria takes a slow, deep breath then reaches forward with the card in hand. She hovers the card over the candle and touches the flame.

“Shall I peer into your fate, Cursed One?”

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Some various art of my Calria! Credit in order is: hinahina, LiRagnedHel, Goryglass, and Vevina.