#ilriane.

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Ilriane wasn't necessarily one of the earliest born elves, but he was of the first generation. everything about parenting was new and novel and in some cases, not something we in the modern day would regard as healthy. it helped, in Ilriane's case, that raising children, for the reasons above, was a group effort. Few could claim any experience, but there was stability, at least, in leaning on others.

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something written by felassan about ilriane | @wepthonor

The pages of this book—memory? brim with uncertainty. Two figures stand apart from a boisterous crowd within a temple whose idols have been toppled. A bawdy tune echoes within its walls. One elf gestures to that crowd, his free hand resting upon the other's arm. Longing begins to take shape, bolstered by encouragement, yet the scene fades before he takes a single step forward.

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something written about your character by one of the evanuris | @wepthonor

(A letter in a highly formal hand, unaddressed)

While your information was correct, there is nothing to be done.

The claimed and slain alike are reportedly deserters, and as such lacking any legal standing within our borders. I cannot pursue it further, nor intercede on their behalf. She has acted within her rights. Andruil's claim stands, and I advise you to put the matter to rest.

There is yet a place for you here....

(The letter continues, but the words are obscured somehow)

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approval + chilling with him in the Fade as a varghest / @weptlore

He falls into sleep, encouraged by soft, gentle murmurs. His minor injuries are not what troubles Ilriane. It is seeing himself reflected in the beast's eyes, even glazed in death. What was he but a mirror of the horror it had inflicted on command?

He sleeps, but it is far from restful. He is as misshapen as it had been, as the elvhen he had helped reshape had been, were. It is fitting, he thinks, moreso than the body he is in waking.

But he is not alone.

Felassan's form, too, wavers, shimmers, a sheet of water falling over him. And what's left as that, too, dissipates is beautiful. Felassan could never be anything else. He does not touch Ilriane, but curls around himself, one eye resting above a taloned paw fixed upon him.

Felassan is beautiful, and here, and looking upon Ilriane unflinching. That does not change what he is, but it does allow him, too, to rest. Legs of a hart fold, other mismatched limbs tucked to his side, and the storm of his turmoil stills.

He is monstrous, but he is not alone.

Ilriane greatly approves.

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he's just a little guy....

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disclaimer: the concept of "Virtues"/Enansalen as discussed here belong to theharellan & theshirallen. I am simply playing happily in their sandbox

Ilriane as one of Ghilan'nain's retinue, both before and following her ascension, was familiar enough with the politics and general reputation of the other courts - knowing who to especially avoid and keep his head down around was the bare minimum needed to survive. This is especially true of the Enansalen, the highest ranking followers of each evanuris. Some were decent by the standards of the time, others marked for their cruelty. Ilriane, being notably lower in rank, didn't exactly have a real ability to defend himself against the latter beyond being beneath notice.

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meta about emithas and names

Ilriane, the name he was given as a child (not an infant, which is an important distinction) referenced his intelligence, how he seemed to soak up the information of the world around him.

I shed my name the day I began her service.

In keeping with this veilfire codex attributed to Abelas, he was given a new name: Mirilan, (my + wonder [or, in my mind, puzzle]), by Ghilan'nain herself. Needless to say, he did not identify with it. Loathed it, even, but answered to it nonetheless. In the privacy of his mind, he remained Ilriane.

The empire, as such things do, sought to bring all under its auspices. It took all else from him. It did not succeed in claiming that.

Felassan (who also went by a name he did not choose at this time) alone would have known him by his true name throughout the existence of the Varghest as a group distinct from the rebellion. Later, when it merged after Felassan's defection from the somniari cloister, others also came to know him as Ilriane.

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ilriane, could you take felassan to scout this very strategic waterfall in a secluded lagoon off the rialto bay pls? so says anonymous, etc etc.

cc: @weptlore

The "please" softens it, makes this a request, and so the rush of heat over his face, down his chest, has a different cause. Not shame, not of him, but perhaps knowledge that now isn't the time, no matter how much Ilriane wishes it could be.

"I could."