#nylathria 001.

[fyrenxsolon]

starter for @nylathriasoulseer.

where: eterna

when: current timeline, maybe like a fraction before the madness of the last quest

note: seers aye

Fyren had let his protective nature of the Steel dragon place them in hiding for most of this time, abilities that had been untouched for decades under control of the Aetherian's still lay neglected, but his own impatience and teetering arrogance allowed Fyren to finally face himself. He could not do it alone, however, and that was where he'd come to discover this elvhen, a seer, a tether to ages long past. Entering her store, Fyren wasted no time, approaching the elvhen at her counter, "I've little interest in your spell scrolls, truly, I'm more interested in you and your abilities. I've heard of you, a seer, one of the souls." When a dragon vied for something, they normally made their demands pretty apparent and Fyren was sure they were direct to the elvhen.

[aurelientrader]

starter for @nylathriasoulseer.

where: somewhere in the silverlands

when: current timeline

note: auntie <3

Auri hadn't second glanced at the chance to leave Avalon behind; in hindsight, perhaps he should have taken another thought on abandoning such privilege on a whim, but it'd been nearly five decades since and he'd learned to live with what was. Silver, young, burdened by the remembrance of what the Light once felt like and the recollection of the wild terrain within; Auri knew scant about the family he had. Extensive, impossible to chart, his father had produced many heirs to a Sinarian fortune that none could touch; the silver elvhen knew he could never rely on him for aid after he'd lost his own pile of gold. "Nyla, right?" From his mother's side, a familiar face within the crowd of the Silverlands and someone he'd been following since the moment he'd heard the seer had set up shop with spell scrolls. It spoke of stability, it lent to the idea that Nyla was here to stay for the time being, so the elvhen turned failed merchant stepped forward in hopes she'd recall the youthful elvhen he once was.

[agnesisolda]

starter for @nylathriasoulseer.

where: nyla's shop

when: maybe a few days after standing stones quest

note: you did not ask but here i am

Agnes entered the shop, the two had said little to each other after the polluting of the Feywilds, but the energy between them was still riddled with unfortunate tension. If she did not value what this wizard could offer as an ally, Agnes would have left well alone, but the genasi was also wretchedly curious as to the likes of her mirror, and would in turn vouch for her own innocence when it came to the accusation that she'd stolen Nyla's potions. Her eyes browsed over the scrolls, some she could recognize were etched in goblin, some sylvan; Agnes could appreciate the variety. A customer left, their satchel filled with spell scrolls and once the bell at the door alerted Agnes of their departure, she loomed near and noted, "The feywilds are a challenge for even the strongest of minds." In her own cryptic ways it was an apology for falling to their wills, but she could think of no other way to breach the conversation.