Haestra

World name: "Aria" Location: Sycrious(North East continent, snowy, mountainous, cold), Indoleth(Land of the Nixa-Fae/Snow Elves, coalition/union of city states). Memory: (The grand altary is packed with the reverent Snow Elves, each of them as silent as the next as they bow their heads in prayer. A large icon of Crixur stands tall before the faithful crowd. The priest continues his sermon at the lectern, his voice echoing off the glass hall) Priest: "... And so it was, out from the flames of old Faeandom, Orsor sat in prayer not to mighty Sere... But to his most faithful Disciple, our lord who answered in our time of need." Crowd: "Lord Crixur. Delicate yet Unbroken. Deliver us as one." (At the back of the crowd, a certain Snow Elf stands silent with her head evidently unbowed as she stares up at the glass icon with a remarkably... Unimpressed look on her face. She takes her leave just as the priest continues his droning. Now outside, the sharp touch of the cold air hits the Snow Elf woman as she descends the steps. Her expression hasn't changed, she shakes her head & mutters to herself) Haestra: "What a load of shit..."