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Faeldrevei Inura
Profile: Faeldrevei has long, white-blond hair which is almost permanently held up in a spiraling bun with a smooth-whittled wooden stick. If it were to be down, it would reach the very tops of her thighs in sleek waves. Her eyes, in contrast, are dark brown, almost black and they gaze out from beneath elegantly arched silvery brows. Faeldrevei's skin is not as pale as one would expect, but slightly dark and weathered from a childhood spent on a farm. She is tall, and her frame is skinny and wiry. Well used to hiding emotions, Faeldrevei's face is mostly help expressionless except for her left eyebrow which quirks upwards when she hears something she either did not expect or like, or finds amusing. She is also of an uncomplicated disposition, and her mind does not move in twists and turns the way some others do. Biography: I remember the day that I realised I was not normal. My parents, my younger brother and myself woke up to a mild - for Shienar - spring morning. The sun was just reaching our small house from the hill just beyond the edge of our field. My mother and I started to dress and prepare a simple breakfast meal whilst my father and brother went to check on the flocks. Wearing my grey wool dress I pulled icy water up from the well to be brought to the kettle over the fire, and watched my brother gambol like the lambs would later that spring as he followed my father toward the hill. Inside, I joined my mother preparing warm tea, warm loaves of bread and cheese from the one cow we had. The cheese was particularly tangy that day, and I shall remember its taste for the rest of my life. As the family were eating, I got up to pour more tea and looked out of the small window. Small dark specks were running down the hill, obscuring the green grass. Frowning, I squinted at them before realising what was going on. "Trollocs!" I hissed, dropping the kettle on the floor and spilling hot tea on my soft shoes. I barely noticed at the clatter from behind me as my family lept up form the table. "Quickly! No time to take anything, run!" said my father as he saw what I just had. We all came spilling out of the back door and we ran for our lives. It had not been long before we almost ran into the neighbour (or what counts for one in the countryside). He had no idea what was coming, but my father pointed at the column of smoke now rising from the direction of our farm. The five of us hurried towards the farm to gather our neighbour's family. Coming in sight of the farmstead we were shocked to see that the raiding beasts had got there before us, and were smashing into the locked doors of the house. Our neighbour ran forward hysterically and we plunged after him to stop him... his family were already lost. I felt a pang in my heart and grief for those trapped inside the house with only death waiting for them. We ran, for hours, and when we were exhausted we ran longer, always with the horns of pursuit following us. Blindly we ran, knowing only that Fal Dara was the way we were going. We lost the neighbour at one point, none of us noticed... and we never saw him again. Eventually a troop of soldiers on horseback came into view, heading in our direction. We shouted and screamed as we ran towards them, the monsters coming closer. My brother stumbled, fell. I screamed and stopped to help him as my parents ran on. He was up and running, but he had injured his ankle and could not run fast enough. I stayed to help him, knowing what it would mean. The soldiers rode closer. They were in arrow-range now and the body of a Trolloc crashed down behind us, and then one fell to our side. I had not realised how close they were. My brother screamed, one of the soldiers had missed by a hair's breadth and the arrow meant for a monster was instead lodged in my brother's shoulder. He fell, and I fell with him. I turned and saw a Trolloc raise a rusty-looking axe and screamed as white-hot heat filled my veins. My conscious self watched in disbelief as the Trolloc burst into flames and was consumed instantly. The soldiers were upon us now, and swept the rest of the attackers up with their weapons, leaving me to limp with my injured brother to where my parents had finally stopped running. I remained conscious enough to remember when a soldier asked my father where we would go. "We have relatives in Fal Dara. We will be safe there." Then I remember nothing, except for waking up days later having apparently been through a horrendous fever. My uncle had heard the story of what happened. He was familiar with medicines, and illnesses, and he said mine was like nothing he had ever seen. But he knew what it could be, and told me I should seek out an Aes Sedai for testing. My parents were looking at me like they had never seen me before in their lives. It felt good to leave, and be on my way away from old memories, and new painful feelings. No Aes Sedai were in Fal Dara of course, so it was that I was on my way to Tar Valon.
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