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Esther Kared ✦ Ageless ✦ Star ✦ Narnian ✦ FC: GAL GADOT

Biography:

Esther is and always was, since the beginning of time when Aslan created the world. As a star, she looked down upon the world in wonder and curiosity, desiring after a time to spend her life with the mortals below. Life in the skies was a lovely existence, but she wanted to know them, and touched down in Archenland. There, she met a young man named Darius, who she fell in love with and married, having a child with him. She became a healer in Anvard, and created a good reputation for her abilities.

But it was not meant to last, and to her shock and surprise Darius died abruptly, his death shattering the picturesque existence they’d created together. No one could find his murderer but she could not let it rest, desiring justice for her husband she eventually found enough evidence to lead her to a man she didn’t know. But it ended there, for the man was like a ghost, and had vanished from existence.

Wanting to return to the sky, but raising still her half-human son, Esther went to Narnia, finding a job with the Castle Healers. What happened to her husband still haunts her, but Esther is beginning to heal ever so slightly. And yet, some part of her hopes that one day, somehow, the man who murdered him will be brought to justice. It is what he deserves.

Personality:

Esther is a gentle soul, who loves life and everything it has to offer. As a mother, she has many protective instincts, her son being the one who receives much of her loving ways. She’s extroverted, inviting all to be her friend, though is not one who enables, as she believes all must stand on their own feet as much as possible. But in her own way, she is a very private person, keeping her sorrows inward, for she doesn’t want to make anyone believe she mopes in her misery. She seems to the world as a jolly person, for she’s seen pain, but will not allow it to ruin her life, or a further chance at happiness.

Relationships:

Healer Cara: Her Boss, Esther respects the Centauress and sees her as a friend. They both are mothers, and as such have much they find in common, sharing little stories of their families. Still, Cara seems in many ways like an older, more mature person, and to Esthers playful attitude she can quickly curb something with a look. Esther can’t help but want to play the part of a little sister, she likes Cara quite a lot, and attention is fun no matter its way.

Tristan: Son. Ten years old, Tristan is the light of Esthers life, and growing far too fast for her liking. His half-human status means he’ll die eventually, she knows, and she doesn’t like that thought one bit. She loves him dearly, and hopes she can raise him how he needs to be raised. It’s hard without his father, but still, she tries.

Karliah was snuggled up to Gallus’ side, the two of them quietly musing about how the newest round of recruits were doing. “I think they need improvement…” Gallus was saying,  giving an outline of the positive and negative aspects of their students. Karliah only chuckled, shrugging her shoulders with a smirk. “c’mon, love, they’re kids…” she replied. 

Bantering for a few moments, they were soon interrupted by the sound of a newcomer, Matthon’s interruption bringing a mildly annoyed look to her face before she sighed. A nudge from Gallus forced her out of the warm embrace and standing, a quiet promise he’d still be there when she got back the only thing which kept a pout off her face.

“Alright, Mattykins, How may I be of assistance? And I swear it better be good to disrupt my snuggles.”

He probably deserved the Mattykins. But he still didn’t like it one bit.

“Don’t you worry, Karly-mae.” He said. And then he stopped for a moment because he actually found the idea of asking Karliah - who he admired but would never admit to - for relationship advice more daunting than his first ever mission at the Guild. He was good at stealing pocket-change. Not so good at stealing hearts. 

“Uh,” he cleared his throat. And then it itched and he had a coughing fit. “Sorry. Um. Look I need your advice on…you know,” he made a great many gestures that in no way conveyed the subject he was referring to. He felt exasperated and Karliah was looking at him expectantly. “Right - you and Gallus. How do you do it?” 

She said nothing. “Aslan! No, sorry, not do it, like that. Like,” he made quotations with his hands. “Be together.” 

Hazel eyes narrowed slightly with a raised russet brow above them, his minor stumbling over his words bringing her curiosity to the forefront-- which was quickly dropped into a pit of shock and surprise at just what he was asking. She could only blink, caught between giving him hell for asking something that wasn't any business of his, sending him to Gallus for advice on how to 'do it', or laugh into oblivion at the poor boy's cluelessness...

Now just what to choose--

"Ohhhhhh..." She uttered the moment he corrected himself, laughing and cleary relieved. "Oh it's a good thing you clarified, I was about to deck you-- though awwww...Matt! That's adorable! You've got a girl! Awww you have my congratulations." If only she could squeeze him in that moment, he was rather cute.

He had just come from up there, above, where the victims liked to roam - victims to thievery, that is - and from with her. Princess Mithian. Though only Matthon knew it was so. They walked along the sea, skipping up sands and he watched Mith’s lacy hood flipper in the breeze and wished she could take it down. It was a pleasant day, and so very crowded, so they left. He bought her chilled ale and then they walked the cobbled streets and he asked about what it was like, living in the castle, but she didn’t want to talk about it. Then they walked in the alleyways and they were very alone and Mithian grabbed Matthon’s hand and traced his fingers with her thumb. He hesitated, so she kissed him first.

Matthon slumped on his bed, lying on his back and thinking about her more, about how next time he’d kiss her first. He turned to his side. Old Fred snored on the cot beside his. Matthon scoffed and stood. 

If only he could give Mithian something special. But what would a lowly thief offer the Princess of Archenland? They were worlds apart - how could he prove that he belonged to hers? 

He walked to the cistern, thinking about all this very seriously. He spotted Karliah and Gallus sitting at the edge of the sewer water. How romantic. Really, though, he thought it was.  

Matt cleared his throat. “Karliah, Gallus.” He sat on the other side of Karliah. “Sorry could I talk to Karliah? Alone.”

Bantering for a few moments, they were soon interrupted by the sound of a newcomer, Matthon’s interruption bringing a mildly annoyed look to her face before she sighed. A nudge from Gallus forced her out of the warm embrace and standing, a quiet promise he’d still be there when she got back the only thing which kept a pout off her face.

“Alright, Mattykins, How may I be of assistance? And I swear it better be good to disrupt my snuggles.”

‘Interesting’…well that was one way to put it. She doubted the redhead understood her reluctance to pass out names, likely thinking something either far fetched or that Karliah was being difficult. Either way, her apology to her daughter and her daughter’s subsequent reply made her smirk and then frown. Asture was fortunate she was not the daughter of Dralsi… her mother would not have been so lenient with such a statement about her… or apologizing for her.

“You’re a rather bold one yourself, Asture.” She commented.

“Though I’m sure, Milady, there’s plenty of men in the Cair who you might be able to find that suit your tastes. I’m merely… particular.” Karliah said to Cecelia, smirking  as she added, a part of her very much wanting to shock this woman into silence. “You see, it might be awkward for me to share the men I know… since they’re mostly my lovers.”

Not entirely true, but she was bored with the elder redhead and very much wanted to make this fun.

When Karliah said that Asture was a bold one, she couldn’t believe it. She was never called bold before, and Asture didn’t know if it was in a good way or not. But she was rather suppose to take it as a compliment. “Thank you?” asked Asutre with a bit of confusion in her tone. 

Cecilia looked at Asture and then back at Karliah. The boldness in her daughter did show, and she was just like her father. She looked everything like Cecilia, but was everything like her father. She nodded at Asture, who had a light smile. 

Cecilia then looked at Karliah as she mentioned that majority of them men she mentioned were her lovers. And Cecilia was very impressed, she must say. Well, if it was okay for a man to have many lovers, then there was nothing wrong with a woman. “I am quite impressed, Karliah.” said Cecilia. 

Asture kept thinking on how she was called bold. Was she overthinking it, or was Asture never away of this? She did dismiss herself from Lucy, court King Edmund, and did do some rather bold things…Maybe she was bold. Maybe she just realized it now. But now she was to keep her mouth quiet to see what other stuff was to happened between Karliah and her mother.

Turning to the elder woman, her voice raised again to a tone more easily heard, smiling as the woman said the most non-annoying thing she'd said yet. Maybe there was hope for liking her after all. Chuckling she nodded slowly. "Thank you." She replied. "I aim to be impressive. But hopefully you understand now... besides, the men I know I doubt could be a good match for your daughter. They range from cold exterior knights to adventurous dryads. very adventurous "

She heard the harsh whisper from the other side of the door, a mixture of relief and sudden nervousness settling in the pit of her stomach. She swung her hands behind her back and clasped Them together to keep from doing any fidgeting. She wasn’t a teenager who got flustered easily…

It was only a few more seconds and she’d– nevermind. The door opened and Karliah sighed. “Hello Evelyn, may I speak with you a moment?” She asked, though her question left no room for debate as she gently pulled Evelyn from the doorframe and closed it behind her, standing between them. “Sorry for that, but I need to talk to you and I’m a little worried you might slam the door in my face.”

“Look, I know you likely have not forgiven me for the wrongs you believe me of doing; but as I realize that I may have been wrong after all, and should have taken the time to discuss things instead of just letting you walk out, I came here to apologize.” She rattled off before Evelyn could tell her to go away, her hands once more returning behind her back. “I recognize that my actions with Sapphire were not entirely good, that I lost my head in the fight, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I disappointed you…” She paused, finally taking a proper breath.

“…I’m sorry, Evelyn.”

Evelyn stood there a little shocked she had not expected Karliah to be here nor had she expected to be dragged into the hallway. She was about to point out she could move freely she noticed how nervous and sad karliah looked and when Karliah said she didn’t know if shed get the door slammed in her face it broke her heart . Evelyn had been mad yes but she never intended it to get this far and now thinking about it she had been so dumb, tears came to her eyes as she listened to Karliah talking

 she didn’t know what to say or even then she knew if she talked her voice would crack so she stood there for a moment in silence trying to calm her emotions. She missed going home and seeing her best friend and son and she was completely still against what happened but she couldn’t keep this anger or distance with Karliah up. 

So she pulled her friend into a hug

Her eyes wandered down, almost a moment before Evelyn suddenly brought her into a hug, taking Karliah by surprise. Her arms clung to her friend, eyes watering as her pent up emotions came free, causing her to bury her face in Evelyn's hair. "There's nothing for you to be sorry for." She manage despite her quickly choking up throat. "I was in the wrong, I should've been more responsible. I never meant to drive you away."

What Karliah wouldn’t give for a birdseye view of the Cair, her quest to find Enki coming up rather fruitless. It was frustrating to say the least, though giving up was not in her nature, and after some time she’d managed to find out from one of the servants that h was down by the beach. Thanking the dryad, she headed there, spotting the blonde hair from the moment she’d stepped onto the sand, taking her time getting there.

He let out a sigh and jumped slightly when he heard a voice behind him, he spun to see Karliah making her way over “gosh no need to sneak up on me” he said smiling

Despite his smile, his eyes seemed troubled, immediately concerning the redhead. His following words seemed to confirm such, which she looked up at him to search his face for any indication of the manner of his confusion.

The healer they so desperately needed came sooner than Maudine hoped. An elf with noticeably bright hair burst through the doors, immediately setting her sights on the family. She approached them quickly, her focus on Roisin, and instinct had Maudine hover protectively near her youngest.

When the woman introduced herself, confirming that she was a healer, Maudine’s muscles relaxed a little as she shifted to the side. “”A fire” fingers gently brushed aside whatever hair wasn’t burnt or stuck with dried blood. “She….she was trapped….”

“Some of the wood collapsed on top of her” Darrick finished, hefting Roisin in his arms as he adjusted to her weight.

“My daughters, and son…they’ve suffered burns from the fire as well. Can you help us?”

A fire? Karliah nodded, wondering just where this fire was but keeping her curiosity to herself for now. Hopefully it was nowhere near her home, a tremor of fear going through her at the image of her own children being burned by the same flames. But she hadn’t seen any fire nearby when she’d run out of the door...

“well that would explain the black marks.” she muttered to herself, looking between the fauns as it was explained what happened. The faun holding her brought a nod and a motion to the table from Karliah, looking to the mother fauness.

“Aye, I’ll help you. But I’ll need to take care of her first since she looks the worst. If you could put her on the table-- and miss!” she called to the proprietor. “Could you send someone back to my place to fetch Brynjolf who’s there? I’ll need his assistance.“

Cecilia nodded, and listened to what Karliah had to say, about men. It was very interesting on how she knew a few but where unavailable when it came to women. Perhaps they favored, men? Which Cecilia had no problem with, for each person is to do what they wish with their life. “Interesting…” mumbled Cecilia. She thought about her daughter, and how her daughter needed the best, and looked over to Asture. “Asture, I’m sorry?”

“Mother, please I’m truly not looking for someone.” Asture laughed and looked down. “Yes, but Mother doesn’t know when she’s spreading too much information, that is very unnecessary. Well plus, people have gotten intimidated by my mother.” She smiled, and in full honesty, had no idea if people were intimidated by here, but her mother did have a mouth. Perhaps she got that from her father. “I may look like her, but I like to think I’m more like my father. But sometimes she does say the right things, I’ll give her that.”

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‘Interesting’...well that was one way to put it. She doubted the redhead understood her reluctance to pass out names, likely thinking something either far fetched or that Karliah was being difficult. Either way, her apology to her daughter and her daughter’s subsequent reply made her smirk and then frown. Asture was fortunate she was not the daughter of Dralsi... her mother would not have been so lenient with such a statement about her... or apologizing for her.

“You’re a rather bold one yourself, Asture.” She commented.

“Though I’m sure, Milady, there’s plenty of men in the Cair who you might be able to find that suit your tastes. I’m merely... particular.” Karliah said to Cecelia, smirking  as she added, a part of her very much wanting to shock this woman into silence. “You see, it might be awkward for me to share the men I know... since they’re mostly my lovers.”