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[nahisummerhold]

TMI Tuesday: Something Nahi finds attractive she wishes she didn't...something irresistible despite her better judgement.

Nahi is drawn to the mysterious. It is a double edged sword there though. She is dying to solve puzzles, but then she worries that if she finds all the answers that she won't be as interested if the mystery is gone. It is one of the reasons why she doesn't dig into people's pasts, especially if she is attracted to the person.

Thank you for the question Anon!

[tycildawnwhisper]

How comfortable is she with the idea of death?

Tycil's feelings on death are complicated. With the Scourge Invasion, the horror of lying helpless, forced to watch the life drain from her husband’s eyes, then watching her son die, only to see him rise again, she cursed the Light, wondered why it hadn't taken her instead of pinning her in place to witness her world unravel into a waking nightmare.

Tycil hated death then. Hated it even as she longed for it.

She began chasing danger, seeking out every challenge she could find as a hunter. Not recklessly, never more than she could handle, but always toeing the line between survival and surrender. Every hunt became a gamble: kill it, or it kills me. And she was all right with either outcome.

Later, in the Twisting Nether, she wished for death again. The pain of her injuries was unbearable, made worse by whatever force had begun healing her, no mercy, no numbing balm, only agony. Whoever, or whatever, mended her did so without kindness. She didn’t even think about being trapped, not at first. The pain swallowed everything. Once she could move, once she could think again, she searched endlessly for a way out. Her journey wound through dreams and nightmares alike, all blurring together into something surreal and terrible.

She has wanted to die many times since she was shown the way out. Sometimes she reminds herself it is just a simple poison away. At first, it was the loneliness, just like being in the Nether, she felt hollowed out. Returning to Eversong was its own wound: the home she had built with her family now lay in ruin. She couldn’t bear it. So she would leave. But always, eventually, Tyce came back. And each return felt less painful, more necessary, until one day, she only left for work.

Still, there are moments, quiet, haunted moments, when the shadows shift in her periphery and she’s not sure what’s real. In those moments, she wonders if this life is still a punishment inflicted by the some ancient God that found her in the middle of nothing, and everything, questioning whether the void itself is denying her the life she once had.

Tycil would welcome death if it came.

But she can never quite bring herself to reach for it. Even when it she thinks it would be easier to simply stop being. (Thanks for the question @theconstructsworld )

[nahisummerhold]

TMIT: Who is she starting to find herself most comfortable with? Bonus is there someone she was comfortable but now she feels less at ease with?

Nahi and Tinnaire have become really close and Nahi considers Tinn her closest friend. For the bonus question it has to be Pathyn. Through their mun's enjoyment of putting her characters in uncomfortable situations, the triangle of Nahi, Pathyn and his cousin Kyeanadril have been a fun side story for her.

Thank you for the question @laceandhalos

Mentions of @kharrisdawndancer (Tinnaire) @kyeanadril and @pathyn

[tycildawnwhisper]

TMI Tuesday!

What dish does she particularly like to cook?

(Answered for the wrong person… editing the oops)

Without a doubt it is roast boar. She loves the smell of it cooking, the sitting outside and hearing the sizzle of it over a fire. As a hunter, wild game is a staple of her diet, but she prefers boar over other wild game.

Thank you for the question @losseignol

[nahisummerhold]

"What's the biggest family secret you've ever kept? Who is the most embarrassing person in your family?"

Nahi smiles at Kai over a tumbler of very nice whiskey, “Hmmmm, well I often kept who my father was sleeping with from my mother, but other people were happy to run to her with that information, to hurt her, hurt him, or to just stir up trouble. I would have to say my grandmother’s recipe for pear liqueur, we used to make it together when I was young and all her friends would ask her for it but I think I am the only one she taught it to. I really should make some of it for having around the house.”

“Most embarrassing? I would say hands down my uncle.” She takes another sip and shakes her head. “He is the type of bitter person that always tried to belittle someone else. When he drinks he will go on and on about how he should have been born their heir over my father. How my father was only worth anything because of my mother. He even berates his own children.” Even the thought of that had her taking a deep breath in to control her anger, “I may comment once in a while about things in my family, but I don’t say any of it to hurt anyone.” 

(Thanks for the question @kaisinasunblade)