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Name: Gwynnestri Siannodel
Race: Half-Elf
Age Category: Young Adult
Appearance: Pretty and wan, with a delicate constitution. Rarely seen outside the halls of the Feytower, but visits the temple of Yondalla with regularity. Quiet and shy, not given to talking overly much.
History: "This is my daughter, Gwynnestri Siannodel." She makes a motion with her hand and utters an arcane word as her other hand disappears inside a component pouch at her waist. An image flickers to life in the center of the room: a beautiful young girl, maybe eighteen years of age. The complexion of the illusory image is pale and wan, speaking to a delicate constitution and a sheltered life indoors. Her eyes are the same soft blue as Laerdya's, but her elven ears are nowhere near as pronounced, with a clipped curve suggesting a human contributer to her lineage. Her blond hair tumbles in waves to the floor, covered from the shoulders up by a sheer pink hood that would have protected the child from sun, wind, rain, or chill. Though she is almost as tall as Sunrise, she looks as fragile as the teacups Ellowyn is handing out among the group.
For several long heartbeats, Laerdya can only stare with tearful eyes at her own summoned image. It turns in place with a dainty step, allowing everyone to see her face. Her mannerisms are shy, almost bashful, and though the image raises a hand to her mouth to silently giggle, she does not meet anyone's eyes. When she has completed a full circle, she stops and tilts her head to study a spot on the far wall, the arcane image idling in place.
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