#knowkhay

I had a fairly normal childhood for the time I think. Well I mean…considering that I was to be Enkil’s steward and I began my training even when I was young. I was born a few years before my king but my father was his father’s steward so I was destined to the role from the beginning. I was unfortunately an only child, though not intentionally. I was the first born, but my mother died in child birth with my little sister when I was still very young. My father was devastated of course, and it was perhaps because of that that we became very close. I was at his side always and educated under his supervision. I was in the King’s company for so long that I almost came to know him as an uncle. When Enkil was born I was barely old enough to remember it but I was near him every day after that. We quickly became inseparable, I would easily consider him the best of my friends, especially in that time. (there have been a few things since then that make things a little more complicated!)

//was looking through quickly to make sure I have something else sourced correctly and I came across this little gem. One of the last times Khayman must have believed in Akasha's goodness. iam-yourqueen redhairedtwin

Khayman was prone to many memory lapses between the time of his separation from the witches to the time of Akasha's return. He wandered the world often accepting random names and different life styles depending on the places he woke up. Though he was never mentioned directly in any of the stories in the series (besides the obvious exception) he was always nearby, somewhere. Perhaps in the area, maybe even watching, or totally unaware and simply being passed on the street, going by what ever name his life at that time had given him. He doesn't remember everything from those days very clearly, but he enjoys reading the books and listening to the stories hoping to spark some of those memories he's lost and hopefully getting a laugh from them.

I have a room for myself in the house, the windows have been covered properly to keep sun out during the day and there’s a bed in there. I sometimes lay on it to sleep, but mostly I find I just prop myself in the corner with a pillow, I’m not sure why.  I have a coffin but I’m not a fan of sleeping in it. It’s too confined and feels a little silly. It’s just a simple, modern wooden one though. I mostly use it to keep things in and set things on like a low coffee table. 

Things Khayman does for the fun of it: Pop Locking/Robot 

I do love him…I thought I lost him, and that wounded me deeply, but perhaps those wounds could be mended now? I love him and I am deeply loyal to him, he’s not just my King, he’s my friend. In our life we were very close, we fought side by side and on several occasions he has stepped in to defend me, and I him, it has bound my heart to him. The wound was struck the night I left with Maharet and Mekare, I hope only that he can forgive me for that time and we can find the closeness we once shared then.

Khayman, in all his wandering through the centuries, has accumulated many ancient artifacts. They're either object he himself used some time in his life, or else interesting objects he finds buried in various ruins. Until recently he would often squirrel these objects away, having some sense of their value or else personally treasuring them and wishing to keep them safe. Most of the time he would forget where he put these objects, but with time he's begun to remember and has started to collect them again. With the help of some of the coven members he's learned how to sell these objects to museums and give himself quite a bite of wealth to live on-though he still choose to live rather modestly.

Khayman once sat stone still to watch the decay of animal remains in the depths of a cave; not moving for weeks until all the evidence of the once living creature was gone.