Sethra was much like his sister, but he had fewer scars than his thieving sister, which seemed odd since he was the warrior after all, but then, he was the one who had a family first, despite being younger. He had the love of his life, Keely, and his son Kairn, neither one would live as long as he would naturally, but he refused to acknowledge that, just relishing in the time he had with them now. On days that he's not decked out as a warrior he can be seen in what he calls his charmer garb, a forest green silk tunic and leather breeches, with just his sword across his back. His green eyes held a sort of love for living that one had to just smile when they saw him, he lived to care for his family. And he would protect his sister from everyone, including her lovers. He prefers to sit and watch the world, and take part only when it mattered to him. He's an honorable warrior, with a thieving father and sister. He was the one who destroyed the Firemeadow family, but he didn't know it at the time, he was the bastard child of Stryanar Firemeadow, and the second to last to be born with his father's blood. He has two older sisters, Alonwi Summergold and Epona Firemeadow, the woman he look so much like. He had a younger sister that he didn't know about till after she was destroyed, and he feels horrible about it, someday he'll learn to stop blaming himself, someday. His son is growing quickly, and already distrusts magic, do to an accident involving himself, his aunt Alonwi's room, and his cousin Klyp. Luckily Kairn's finally over that, unfortunately, another accident happened, involving Kairn and one of his aunt's spellbooks. So now he's in the same predicament as Klyp's in. He's staying in Elven Sanctuary with Epona temporarily, while Sethra tries to soothe Keely. Someday they'll get over it.
Well, it seems Sethra's life was bound to be a headache when it came to his children. His daughter was running off with a certain man he couldn't stand, a certain elf by the name of Oakheart. He often found himself muttering darkly at not being able to turn Fianna from the elf, but her heart was set. At least he had his youngest son to think about. He'd make a real family for this boy, living with Keely like he should have done when Kairn was born. The thought of Kairn often had Sethra groaning gently. His son had gone and slept with the wrong person, the elven princess of the Sanctuary. It would have been alright, if the two were married, but no, Kairn decided to seduce someone so obviously noble as Caylin. Where was that peace and quiet that poor Sethra once dreamed for? Perhaps, just, perhaps he'll find it with his youngest. How is the poor man to know what's in store with him, his family torn apart by rebellion, and his youngest son turning out to be worst than his brother. |
