Alonwi Summergold

The image that people would come upon is that of a beautiful, noble, proud elf.  Her deep, dark green eyes sparkling with a secret intensity, those Firemeadow eyes were framed by pale features, and blonde hair that beautifully draped across her back.  Never did Alonwi pull those soft gold locks back, after all, her husband said she looked better with them down.  The plain green gown fit her form elegantly, but looked as though it weren't cut for her, the seems being so tiny as to not be seen by the careless eye.  Her sharp, elven features pulled into such a tender grin at seeing her husband, Brighton had become her world in so little time.  Her Brighton, he was her husband and her soul now, never again would Alonwi's gaze move outside her home and her husband.  She'd managed to see past everything that the drow was to others, grasping onto what he was to her, in that dark world she had to twist and manipulate, he managed to steal her heart.  She slowly rose to slippered feet to walk down that hall with all the elegance of nobility wrapped about her gentle shoulders, nobody remembered her wild days, nobody remembered the fiercely independent girl that had left home at such a young age, nobody remembered the woman who sacrificed her life twice for this tiny city.  She was happier this way, pushing aside thoughts of the past to let pale arms move around her husband's ebon neck, only to feel his strong, slender arms lift her up off the ground in a hug.

Alonwi's been through many things in her two centuries of life, but she's contented to settle down with the man who possesses her heart and soul.  Brighton Nagron, a drow, when her whole life had been destroyed by drow, she set out with the purpose to use the drow's techniques against them and destroy the House that dared to kill her mother, but instead, she killed only the matron, and ran off with her love.  Poor Alonwi has done a lot of wrong in her life, and has been denied Arvandor twice in her long years.  Alonwi only hangs onto life now because there is still something she must live through, and for her husband, daughter, and six grandchildren.  That made her so proud, her daughter was a birth mother to five, and her son-in-law actually adopted Singai, but it doesn't matter to Alonwi.  Though she never shows it to her family, she couldn't be more proud of her little Naklypso.  She did her daughter wrong by only pushing her towards magic, never once did Klyp ever do any good in the area of magic, and Alonwi never got past her grief to let her daughter experiment.  It's hard to let your child find other ways to let her life go when she was so needed a Summergold to inherit her position as arch-mage.  She couldn't relinquish the place of power to someone outside her family name, no, that wouldn't do, it wouldn't fulfill her mother's wish.  Now Alonwi has someone to inherit her title, her beautifully talented granddaughter Ancelyn, the girl inherited not only Alonwi's shrewd mind, but also her pale skin and abundant gift with a force like magic.  It was hard at first to pick up, the girl fumbling with her spells when Alonwi tested her, but Ancelyn became pig-headed about it.  Her eldest grandson though, Nudar, he frightened poor Alonwi, reminding her far too much of the demon that took over her little sister.  That was another thing, not only had Alonwi lost both parents, but she felt she lost both sisters as well, Pona refused to speak with her most of the time, and Sethra, he would stay with her if she needed it, but otherwise, he was with his love.  All Alonwi had since her daughter married Anulo was her husband, and gods did she depend on his strength, he was all that kept her from slipping to tasting the breadth of the power she had, or from simply slipping from this world.  She heard the spirits still haunting her from having been forced to be recreated, they constantly moved just beyond her vision, sang in her blood, and whispered in her ear during the cold nights.  Alonwi was missing so much at heart, in infravision, she was half blind, only able to see heat with her right eye, the left eye completely useless once she was left in darkness, she was barely strong enough to lift and fight with a bow when her body could not use the magic singing in her soul, she had nothing left of her old friends, now she only had careful allies, all of her true friends passed on from old battles.  It made her soul ache to join them, but for now she was tied to this world, waiting for what the gods said must be done with her before she could pass on.

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