She lifted her gaze from the book she was reading, her amber eyes lifting to rest on her fiance's appearance, a small smile crossed her elegant, obviously elven, face.  One hand lifting up to lightly slip into his ebon hand before moving to her feet carefully.  Today she wore a simple gown that flowed about her body, not being in the mood to do anything special.  Her platinum-streaked hunny-toned hair was left loose to fall down her back, yes, she'd been lazy today, but it was a rare privelege for her.  She glanced down to memorize her place in the book and then shut it quietly, maybe someday she'd do something besides dream.  Until then, she'd stay inside her mother's city and read about all the journeys she could take.  Well, there wasn't much more to say about this half-drow darling lady, a soft smile slipped over her lips as she kept her love's hand in hers and walked with him back home.  Her two children, only one of which by her blood, would be waiting with Avreal, but this singular moment, so perfectly short and sweet, it was nice to hang onto
"I've got no talent, it doesn't bug me anymore, I just wish I could prove at least partially useful to my parents..."
That's Klyp for you, always smiling and always seeming happy Klyp, she's very quiet, and one might not notice her.  The one thing no one ever seems to realize is the fact she's half drow, her father being drow, born and raised, and her Aunt LaRuil also being half drow.  Her only cousin is Sethra's son, Kairn, and she feels for him like he were a brother, but that's the way elves were, always close to kin.  She'd been raised on a silver platter, so she knew next to nothing about the truth of the world, but even at her age she knows how to read and write, and she knows quite a few useful tricks regarding magic.  She's already chosen the surname of Summergold, making her the youngest one, since Alonwi had been the only Summergold after her mother died.  Though, if Klyp offers to demonstrate her ability to work magic, don't accept, she's very absent minded and has a tendency to mess up spells.  She doesn't like fighting, in fact, she hates it, and doesn't know how to fight thanks to that hatred of it.  Please take note, she's very childish at times, but she's engaged to Anulo Tormtor .  Not because she wants to be, but because her parents decided that was the way for her to go, and she's not one to ever speak against her parents.  She's learning to like Anulo, thanks to her aunt locking them up together, but that's about it.  She's rather upset now because her cousin underwent a small change himself.  What upset her more than Kairn's shift, was the way he never seemed to care when he hurt Anulo, curse her for having a soft heart, but she did care about the man.  They've had their fights, nasty fights that usually got worse when someone interfered.  He had offered her to carry his wristblade, but she declined the offer, so now it's sitting in her room, until Anulo takes it back.  Lately she's been the one to take the brunt of the pain from Epona, and somehow she always ends up in Anulo's arms at the end, even if he didn't save her.  The two probably make the cutest scene, but Klyp would deny it, for the simple fact she's in it, she's got a very low self-esteem, and doesn't believe she has any talent.  One fight between her and Anulo was over that, but life goes on, and she's learning to work around her faults.
      Finally, Klyp and Anulo have tied the knot, but neither changed their name in the least.  Though, Klyp has yet to truly share a bed with Anulo, she's been trying harder and harder to accomodate her once vagabond love, but it's very hard for her, getting flashbacks from her rape, or trying to get past that shy nature of hers.  She has her son
Nudar, from that rape, and Nudar's been merged with his demon father Khazhak, but Nudar never changed, he dislikes Anulo with this venemous passion, and does everything in his power to drive the two apart.  It's hard on Klyp, but she loves her son dearly, and puts up with it for the sheer knowledge he won't always be so close to her, even if he does look like an elven version of Khazhak, but, lacking the thin, frail look of the elves.  However, Klyp and Anulo's daughter, Singai, is another matter, the young girl learned to be a young lady from Klyp, even if she isn't Klyp's daughter by anything but spirit, but she possesses a spirit of whimsical decisions.  Singai was adopted as a child, since her own mother abandoned her to Anulo to try and spread rumors that never quite made it.
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