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Mirari Fiel
Profile: Upon arrival at the tower, Mirari is just shy of being thirteen years old. She arrives gnarled looking and underfed, something that never quite goes away. Being relatively tall and thinly built, she has large hands with spindly fingers. Combined with her pale skin, black lanky hair and big, dark grey eyes she is somewhat ghostly looking. She is used to being shunned and distrusted and has come to the terms with the fact that most people don't like her. In fact, if people don't like her, she has not interest in liking them. Her odd gift has her interested in the more abstract matters of life. Books and knowledge. Combined with a defensively cruel sense of humour, she can come across as quite cryptic and just a little bit odd. She is curious of other people, and not afraid to talk, but she is wary of letting anyone close. Biography: "Thank you Aes Sedai, for seeing us" The man bowed deeply as he spoke. Far too deeply for her liking, to be quite honest. He had the look of a relatively young man, not yet out of his early thirties, but circumstances and grief looked to have aged him beyond that. He was gaunt, and dark circles lined his weary eyes. She smiled warmly and adjusted her yellow shawl as he straightened. "Livian Sedai will do Master Fiel." A young novice arrived and poured two mugs of steaming hot tea from a teapot before disappearing back into the infirmy. "I was told you came with concerns for your daughter?" "Yes." He nodded and took a hesitant sip of his tea. "Mirari, she is waiting just outside." He paused for a moment, looking down at his big hands he obviously struggled to keep his composure. there is a lot of grief here. She thought, concern growing. "I don't quite know how to explain this but she... sees things sometimes. She looks at people and sees things around them. Things that will happen. I thought she was just making things up at first, children have such vivid imaginations." He smiled ruefully at that, but the smile quickly faded. "But she knew that the baker's boy would drown. And that the mayor's wife would die in a fever, and that Melia and Reil would marry and so many other things. Small things, big things." He shrugged "I don't understand all that she says, even though she tries to explain as well as she can. I did not worry much when it begun, she was so little, and her mother has... had always been the same. A little strange. I suppose it came with being the wisdom." The painful change of tense did not escape Livian, and while she was old, the pain of this young man and his family tugged at her heart. "What happened to Mirari's mother?" She asked gently. "She died." It came out flat and hard, as if expelling the fact faster from his mouth he could lessen the pain. "Nobody knew what happened, really. The wisdom from Liam's Tatcher came to try and help her, but she couldn't do anything. She had been sick for a while but-" He cut himself off to take a deep breath. "One day it just got worse. She couldn't go out of bed. The pain was so bad. She was convulsing, and then she started screaming. Nothing helped, I tried to hold her..." And his voice broke as one huge sob rippled his entire body. "It went on for several days before... before she died." Livian smiled that gentle, grandmotherly smile and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Take your time." A subtle gesture had the novice returning and whisking their cups away for refilling. When it returned, Master Fiel's would have a generous dose of brandy added to it. On the inside she was however thinking hard, despite her grandmotherly looks. This girl's mother had been a wilder, which wildly increased the chance of the girl having the spark, and all other sons and daughters of the Fiel family. Not to mention the interesting gift the girl appeared to have. Some sort of foretelling. The indigo's would owe her indeed for this. A few moments later and a couple of large gulps of tea and Master Fiel appeared to have regained his composure. He smiled that rueful smile again through the tears. "My apologies Aes Sedai, I am sure you are weary of hearing of tragedy in these dark times. And with the prophet in Gehaldan..." He shrugged "She's had a couple of fever attacks. Tatcher's wisdom couldn't explain them and they were gone after a couple of hours but... her mother had the same kind, a long time ago and..." His voice wavered and faltered. Overcome with emotion and unsure how to continue. Livian nodded thoughtfully. "Will you bring her in so I can examine her, Master Fiel?" The girl who entered was young, twelve, or thirteen perhaps and had the gnarled look of a child who had scarcely or never eaten a truly filling meal. She only needed to see the girl to sense the inborn abillity in her. She delved her but found nothing wrong other than the malnourishment, which could easily be treated with good food and sleep. "Can you help her, Livian Sedai?" He asked quietly, and her heart ached for him. How he must suffer the loss of not only his wife, but his daughter too. "I don't have a lot of money but it is all yours, if you can help her." "Novice Corraine, bring this child something to eat. Master Fain, if you will step into my office I shall explain everything to you."
It would be hard for him indeed. But she intended to do whatever she
could to make life for him and his other children easier. A pouch of
coin, some two river tobacco, perhaps a bottle of apple brandy. He was made
of hard wood and would preserve, she was sure.
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