Alligail

Alligail
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If a bit young and impressionable, this flighty and talkative barmaid has only just begun her adventures into the worlds of mixing drinks and balancing trays. When she does not have her nose buried into an old volume, she can often be found organizing the back of the bar to suit her own functionality, much to the disdain of the other employees of the Broken Dagger! Clumsy at heart, it isn't rare that she finds herself confusing beverage types or spilling a few too many crackers in the stew, though her kind disposition is often enough to assuage a customer's disappointment. Though sometimes she believes she knows absolutely everything -- for who doesn't when one is as well read as she? -- Alli is prone to the same misgivings and mistakes as any other teenaged girl, much to the occasional chagrin of her employers!

At the age of thirteen, she often finds herself confused between childhood and adulthood, wanting little longer to be considered a mere girl, while at the same time not necessarily understanding what it means to be a woman, either.

In truth, Alligail's purpose in Myrken Wood came of her younger brother's demise. In wanting only to arrive long enough to gather his remains -- for Myrken had been Phlynn's home -- she began to unravel mysteries of her own peculiar childhood in the process. Struggling to understand her own secrets, she discovered friends that she did not realize she would ever have, and while the task of retrieving her brother's bones still weighs on her conscience, she has found that his posthumous need is far less demanding than those of her living friends, and her own.

Of Concealment and Compatriots

An upstairs chamber provides the haven of her sanctity, a room in the Broken Dagger whose endearing mess is no more than the result of a young girl with far too many books, far too many gowns, and way too much time. Few know the truth of these walls, for though they are identical to those of any other rented room, their purpose is distinctly different. The countless bolts and locks on the inside of her door -- things fastened each night in haste -- speak of an unspoken fear, and few hear the rattle of rusted shackle-chains when she seeks her rest.

Secrets, indeed, these things.

Alligail, however wise she may think herself to be, is still barely anything but a fanciful girl left of her own accord in the constant terrors of Myrken Wood. In several others, she has found her almost family-like solemnity; in Molly O'Neill and Mikhail, employers and givers of advice, admirable towers or friendship whose presence she relishes in an almost parental manner; in Hafwyn, a dearest friend of calming and gentle words, a wisp of truth when conscience leads her wrong; and most recently, in Reverie, a sisterly bond whose strength is persistent in its mirrored need and verisimilitude, the likeness of two identical dolls that find their stitches far more unbreakable when bound in tandem.

There are, certainly, others who have appealed to the young barmaid's mind in their own different ways. In Bryce, she once found a dramatic, childish crush, often endangered by her own youthful flights of confusion. Moreso black and passionate, however, has been her recent hatred for Lokelei, a presence that has brought much threat to vows made and storybook nobility, for as much as Alligail would force herself to believe, there are some points of her past that she simply cannot deny, and this anger feels nothing but right.

Trying to force herself to forget her rather unpleasant origin and saturate herself in humanity, Alligail now remains in Myrken not to satisfy a want for a final goodbye to her younger brother, but instead to hope she might eventually discover a reason to stay.