Eraiel Othcalt

Priestess of Onir

A soft-spoken shadow of unknown age, Eraiel moves with the speed and efficiency of one on her own for long stretches. A creature of grace and beauty (as is the way of elves), marred only slightly by a singular scar drawn down the side of her honey-hued face. She never tells its tale, cobalt eyes flicking to the distance when asked. Plaits of argent and azure, faded but present, fall to her shoulders in a state of near-permanent unraveling. Tucking back the errant strands seems to be the only thing that penetrates her general air of calm contemplation.
Eraiel always dons her priestess robes, even in the most isolated of areas, but the muted greys and greens suit her. Her most prized possession, a uniquely crafted shackle of Onir carved from fragrant celos wood, hangs from a slender silver-link chain around her waist. (She shuns necklaces and high-collared vestments of all kinds.) Multiple pouches and bags join that shackle, as Eraiel fancies herself an aspiring apothecary.
Watching Squoan from a distance, Eraiel smiled quietly to herself. His parents seemed utterly unamused by his antics (at the Festival of Songs no less!!), but where they saw an uncontrolled wildling, Eraiel saw great potential. Squoan, or Riddlefist as he called himself, was obviously someone special…a creature of power and heart and intelligence with no proper way to channel it. She noted how quickly he jumped from topic to topic in conversation, how fiercely he competed in the village games, and how protective he became when in the presence of his (few) younger siblings.
Promising a rigorous priestly education, Eraiel was able to foster Riddlefist with little effort. His parents didn’t seem overly stressed to see him set off for training, truth be told. As they travelled, Eraiel imparted the tenets of Onir to her student: faith, personal strength, compassion for all, liberation for the enslaved. While he had little ability for magic beyond simple illusions, Riddlefist took to his martial training with surprising speed. The daily practice and meditation seemed to calm him. Eraiel always enjoyed his conversation, watching him become ever more excited when he hit upon a new idea. He was a lovely counter to her previously lonely days, and she felt he valued her company as well in their quieter moments.
Leaving him was an impossible decision, but one that had to be made. She had faith he would prosper. Hopefully, she thought as she slipped away in the night, he would be spared.