An hour passed and the warmth of spring woke Alisa Fellgreen,
the ward and apprentice of Claude. She peeked her blonde hair and angular face
around the curtain to see that her second cousin was asleep on his mattress.
For indeed, Claude’s cousin had been her mother, until disease took her mother
away from both of them. This was more than ten years since, Alisa had been nine
at the time. In the years since, she had come to love Claude as her father, and
teacher. In spite of those years, however, she was still amazed by how soundly
he slept even in the light of morning. He didn’t as much as stir as she dressed
nor did he even shift when she knocked over the milking bucket. Alisa left the
tent to attend to their cows, and gather wood for a cooking fire.
Alisa was a
half-elf; her father had tired of her mother when she was very little and left
them both. Her mother was Mira Pythian, and by extension Alisa herself,
belonged to a small family of scribes. When Alisa’s father left, Mira took
refuge from rejection by joining a merchant caravan and working to write
contracts and translate gnome and elf contracts. When the time came, and Mira
knew she was to die, she contacted her cousin and asked that he be her
guardian. This decision came because half-elves have almost twice the lifespan
of most humans, and Claude was the one person who might understand how she
would have to live. Claude was a soothsayer; he arrived a day too late to speak
to his cousin but in the years since her passing had cared for her daughter,
his second cousin, with the love and attention of a protective father. As a result,
Alisa has grown into a kind natured, well-traveled, and clever young woman.
Much to Claude’s pleasure, she was also a promising soothsayer apprentice.
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