| Subject: Vinxliyar Aluthiana Esyrlden |
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Date Posted: 20:23:13 08/14/05 Sun
Aluthiana Bestarthe had her children late in life. All three of them grew older and left her to rot in what she called her "Manor." The "Manor" wasn't much of one anymore, even if it had been at one time. The manor was actually built by the rocks in the mountains surrounding it and some of the rooms are actually caves in the mountain ridge. Aluthiana had came to the place on accident when she had been banished to the desert. She never thought she'd find an oasis in all of her years, and when she did, she found it to be unoccupied. Soon afterwards, more animals came, ferrets like herself, and even squirrels, mice, stoats, weasels, and creatures of all sorts. Taking control of what she thought of was her land, she let them stay there, let them build their villiage on the other side of the lake.
In this group of villagers, villians, goodbeasts, and the insane, she found her mate. His name is unknown to her children, and she keeps it to herself, hidden in some locked corridor of her slightly crazy mind. Soon after her children were born he disappeared. Seeing as all ferrets take on the markings of their mother, all three of them looked like her. Light brown fur, darkening towards their ears, tail, paws, and vividly green eyes.
Her first born child she deemed to be Vinxliyar Aluthiana Esyrlden, the last name belonging to her unknown mate. Vinxliyar was indeed a small child, her clothes never fitting her right, but she nevertheless bossed her two younger siblings around. She quickly grew into the sword and armor that she longed to be in.
The middle child's name was Willith Seirrian Esyrlden. He also was much like his elder sister, growing quickly into what he always wanted to be, a fighter. He was skilled with the bow, not the sword.
Her last child was a mistake to her pride, although she never really thought much about her. Zelardeith Reana Esyrlden was different from her other two siblings, choosing to wear the lesser status clothing of the gypsies. She, too, took up the sword like her elder sibling, through. Zelardeith was the smallest of all three children.
When Vinxliyar had gotten to be about four seasons old, practicing with their wooden weapons and Vinxliyar bossing her siblings around, Aluthiana Bestarthe died of old age... at least that's what the children said it was. Everyone else knew it was insanity.
Fights broke out about who would take over the Manor. The three children couldn't do it and the villagers knew it. The insane and the villianous fought over it. A few peaceful creatures decided it was time to find a place called "Mossflower Woods" again. Vinxliyar and her two siblings were carted along with them out of sympathy, and perhaps even empathy.
Vinxliyar was brought to Redwall Abbey and in the bustle of it all, she wasn't even sure if Willith and Zelardeith had also. They hadn't and to this day she's not sure of where they ended up. Hoping for the best, she thinks that the two of them were taken in by some of the kind beasts from where they were staying before.
Since she no longer has any siblings to boss around, Vinxliyar's stopped being so bossy, at least in a bit. The sword that was too big for her paws is now being kept away from her in a closet someplace in the Abbey, but she hopes one day that she'll become big enough to be able to weild the large Hand-and-a-half Sword that she found in the manor. She knows that someplace out there Willith is doing the same with his huge bow and that Zelardeith is thinking the same with her own sabre.
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