Seraphae Steelheart - XERES LIVE!

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Basic Information

Full Name

Seraphae Steelheart

Nickname

None

Race (Grade)

Sylvan Elf (F)

Class

None

Height

2'6"

Birthday

Heatwave 7, 1304

Age

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Birthsign

The Sunscale Wyrm

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Bloodline Ability

🔮Unknown

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Physical Description

Seraphae Steelheart, Friend of the Cattle

Appearance

Seraphae is a small, soft-featured Sylvan Elf toddler with a head of platinum-white hair that sits in loose, natural waves around her face, slightly windswept in the way of children who spend time outdoors without caring about it. She has the pointed ears of her elven heritage and her mother's fair complexion, warmed here and there by the Highland air. Her eyes are a quiet blue-green that holds more of her father's blue than her mother's green, though the light shifts both in them depending on what she is looking at. She wears a simple cream dress with small floral embroidery at the hem and sleeves, practical and unhurried, the dress of a child whose parents understand that she is going to be outside in it.

Unique Characteristics

She has a quality of stillness that neither of her parents quite possesses in the same form, though both contributed to it. Varon's stillness is vigilance, a guard's constant attentiveness. Aelindra's is a warrior's readiness, economy of movement, conserving nothing unnecessarily. Seraphae's stillness is something else: the specific calm of a child who finds the world around her interesting enough to simply be in, without needing to act on it immediately. She watches things. Large animals approach her without hesitation, which the Windswept Highlands settlers have already begun to note and discuss quietly among themselves.

She also falls asleep easily to the sound of her father's three clockwork devices ticking in the next room. She has never known silence that did not have that rhythm somewhere in it.

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Personality

Positive Traits

Calm in a way that feels deliberate rather than passive
Gentle with animals; large beasts trust her instantly
Observant beyond her age; watches before she joins in
Warm with family; Varon can do no wrong in her eyes
Unhurried in everything, easy to be around

Challenging Traits

Patience with animals doesn't extend to being called away
Hard to redirect once she's decided something matters
Elven independence plus two stubborn warrior parents
Very hard to sneak up on; this still causes situations
Inherited enough of Varon's will that "no" needs explaining

[Presses her open hand flat against the flank of a Highland cow three times her height, cheek resting near its jaw, perfectly at ease, looking back at her parents with an expression that reads clearly as "this is fine, I do not understand the concern"]

[Goes still when she hears the three clocks ticking in another room, then relaxes, then goes back to whatever she was doing. This happens every time, without fail, and she does not appear to be aware of it.]

"More." [said reaching toward whatever Aelindra is doing, meaning she wants to participate, not be observed, she has considered the matter and this is the correct arrangement]

Likes

The Highland cattle, personally and with great commitment
The outdoors in all weathers, especially facing the wind
Papa's clockwork ticking, which settles her like a heartbeat
Watching Mama's movements and trying to copy them
Stargazing from Papa's shoulders, her best vantage point

Dislikes

Being taken from the cattle before she's finished
Loud sudden noises unrelated to weather, therefore pointless
Being inside for long when there's clearly wind outside
Being carried away rather than walked at her own pace
Chaos without purpose, inherited directly from Varon

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Background & History

What She Cost

Seraphae was born on Heatwave 7, 1304, weeks after the Chromatic Council's final assault on Goodberry. She does not know this, because she was not yet born when it happened, but it is the first fact of her existence: her mother fought through that attack while carrying her. Aelindra took a spear in the side. She took a dozen more wounds retreating up the stairs. She crawled when her leg gave out, clawed when her back did. She made her last stand in the room she shared with Varon and did not stop fighting until she had nothing left. She did all of this protecting her belly. Seraphae arrived into arms that had bled for her before she drew breath. She does not know this. She will, when she is old enough to hear it. Her mother will probably tell it plainly and without drama, the way Aelindra tells most things, and Seraphae will sit with it and make it part of how she understands the world.

What She Gave Back

Varon lost his first family completely. His wife. His two children. He survived it, and it made him vigilant, and the three clocks in his armor have ticked every hour since as a reminder of what it costs to fail the people depending on you. He had rebuilt himself around duty and purpose and the careful management of hope, because hope was the thing that hurt worst when it ran out. Then Seraphae arrived, and Varon found himself holding a daughter he had not let himself fully believe in, and the clocks that had ticked for years as penance were suddenly ticking for something else entirely. He does not talk about this. He held her and said very little, which is what Varon does when something exceeds what he has words for. Aelindra understood. She was there. She always understands.

The Windswept Highlands

Seraphae's earliest months were spent in Goodberry, but as Varon's Duchy in the Windswept Highlands takes shape, she has been brought into that landscape increasingly, and she has taken to it with the specific enthusiasm of a child who has found her right environment. The Highland cattle are enormous and docile and abundant, and Seraphae has appointed herself their friend without any consultation of the cattle on the matter. They have accepted this, because animals that are approached without fear and with a gentle, open hand tend to accept it. Aelindra's elven blood is in her. The land recognizes something. The settlers of the Highlands have watched her press herself against those enormous animals with their long horns and shaggy coats, and have drawn their own conclusions. They are building a life under the governance of the Vigilant Sentinel and the Twilight Blade, and their daughter is fearless with the largest things in the fields. The settlers consider this a good sign. They are probably right.

The Clocks

The three clockwork devices in Varon's armor tick softly and in perfect synchronization, a sound that has been the ambient background of every room he occupies. Seraphae has heard this sound since before she was aware she was hearing it, and she has learned it the way all children learn the sounds that mean safety: completely and without effort. When she hears the clocks ticking in another room, her shoulders drop. Her hands open. She goes back to what she was doing. She does not know that these clocks were a kind of penance. She does not know that every tick used to mean something painful to her father. She only knows that they tick and that where they tick, Papa is near, and that is the whole of what she needs from them.

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Goals

To Get Back to the Cattle

They are outside. She knows they are outside. She has been brought inside for a meal or a nap or some other activity that is not being outside with the cattle, and she is noting this. She will address it as soon as the current situation concludes. The cattle are patient. She is also patient. She has learned from them.

To Learn What Mama Is Doing

Aelindra moves with a particular economy and grace that Seraphae finds worth studying. She watches her mother check a perimeter, run a thumb along a sword hilt in thought, carry herself through a room with the poise of someone who has fought in every kind of space and knows how much room she needs. Seraphae watches all of this with the focused attention of someone who is not merely observing but recording. She cannot replicate most of it yet. She is working on the posture. She has been working on the posture for several months and Aelindra has not said anything about it, which Seraphae has correctly identified as a form of approval.

To See the Stars from Papa's Shoulders

Varon stands in the Highland dark on clear nights and looks up at the stars with the attentiveness of a man who has spent his life scanning horizons. He lifts Seraphae to his shoulders when she reaches up, and from there the sky is closer and wider and the Highlands stretch out below them. She has not yet said anything during these moments, because she does not have the words, and because silence feels correct. Varon is also silent. They stand together in the dark and the clocks tick softly in his chest and the cattle move somewhere in the fields below and the stars are out, and this is, as far as Seraphae is concerned, exactly what nights are for.

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Current Status & Relationships

Residence

Valonrae

Role

Child

Parents

Duchess Aelindra Steelheart

Mother

Duke Varon Steelheart

Father

ATTENTION!

Seraphae is nearly two years old, Sylvan Elf, and already demonstrating the instinctive connection to nature that runs in her mother's blood: large animals approach her without hesitation and she approaches them the same way, with no alarm on either side. She inherited her mother's platinum hair and her father's blue eyes and both of their stubbornness in a combined form that the Windswept Highlands settlers are only beginning to appreciate. She was born into the highest moment of her parents' lives, the first morning after years of loss and fighting, and she carries none of the weight of what came before. She is simply here. She is fearless. She is watching the cattle from inside and she has a plan.