Hierophant, Justice, Hermit in reverse, and World in reverse for ur grumpy ranger!!
cash me outside crying about my damaged ranger kidâŚ
The Hierophant: Who has served as a mentor to your character?
It wasMatteo who first braided her tangled mass of hair back. âCome here wildgirl,â he had said, and she had wisped forwards from the shadows, stillready to leap back in a second if he had lunged towards her.
He musthave seen the way she cowered away, head low, constantly tugging her hair infront of her face. He must have known when she woke up in the middle of thenight, screaming, nightmares snarling and alive again. The nose that had healednot quite straight. He knew. She had never told him, but he must have knownsomehow.
The firsttime he braided her hair for her, it came out clumpy and clumsy and hairs stuckout in odd places, but he talked idly about nothing while his fingers wove, andKestrel quietly and fiercely loved it after he finished. His skill slowly grew,and she slowly pushed the memories aside. He would bring bright feathers andribbons from the market, and they made a game of how long the happy piece ofshiny would stay in for. He brought large chain mail rings, and helped her putthem in as they braided, and that was the strongest she had ever felt.
The cabin was quiet, but it was a good quiet, a quiet that slips into your bones and settles there and calms you, and they would sit in front of the fireplace in the winter time, after the work was done, and she would watch the shavings of wood fall away from the bow or the little statue or whatever he was working on at the time, and try to copy his deft movement with his knife. Her first attempt was a knarled, misshapen blob, but he still asked her in all seriousness if he could keep it and carry it with him, and she had replied, just as seriously, âyou can keep it Matteo, but only until I can do better.â He made sure to slip it into his pocket everyday.Â
Justice: When has your character felt satisfied with the conclusion to a major dispute or concern?
okay listen literally i have been trying to write and answer to this question for?? at least a day?? and i dont??? know??? like Kestrel is the type of person who will complete a task and sort of just go: âokay what is the next thing that i need to doâ she does not spend a whole lot of time with self reflection. I am sorry i suck but i DONT KNOW
The Hermit in Reverse: When has your character felt the most alone?
Her-fault-her-fault-her-fault it was her fault, she had blown the wall on the jail and now there were out, they were out of the city with its constant sound and its constant danger and the smells, why did it smell like that, like death, and it clung to her, settled in her nose and they were in the woods and she should be better now, they were free, everyone was out, but she still smelled, she did, and she needed to get out, she could taste the death and panic lodged at the back of her throat, and they were all standing, talking to Tamiren and Lorduk and this Bran person, and maybe, maybe, if she slipped away, maybe then, if she ran into the woods and didnât look back then the smell would leave and then all she would be able to think about would be the good clean forest and then the mountains and it would be back, back to the little cabin in the woods and back to the pack and before she even knew it her feet were carrying her away, away from the camp and the people and her friends, and what was the point of staying anyways? They wouldnât miss her, she wasnât worth missing, cause she had blown up a wall and people had gotten hurt from her, her fault, not theirs, they would be better off without her. Tala ran beside her and she pulled herself onto her back, it would be quicker, they wouldnât follow her and she would be gone before they realized.
The World in Reverse: What is your character holding back?Â
Kestrel peeked. She knew she shouldnât, she should stay focused, make sure they stayed hidden, make sure no one saw them. But she peeked. Inessi was meditating, so maybe just a second was okay? But she looked so calm doing it, so relaxed and at peace, and Kestrel wondered at how anyone could ever be so serene. Inessi sat, face lifted up to the sun, and Kestrel let herself see her, for just a second, a moment to be weak, to be selfish, to see something beautiful and peaceful and whole and good. So Kestrel watched, sitting in the shadows in the little park, as Inessi sat and smiled at the sun.

















