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Since her arrival one blistering winter -- left upon tavern steps by a guide soon vanished, this pale and otherworldly creature has become a recognizable figure; though only known well by a select few.

It is not that she shuns the company of others but a certain shyness is bred when one cannot see. The physical fault is one that is not obvious from a distance, not with how well the small Elven woman has memorized the inside of the tavern to navigate about. Should one approach near enough to drown within the blue midnight shades of her eyes, the mocking face of the milky full moon shall be found centered instead of a black pupil.

Her smiles are sweet things -- a promise of honey upon the pillows of a pink mouth and ears alert, elegantly tapered things that perk towards the love of a good conversation. Gentled ways are reflexed in every movement; she a central hub of calm for close friends.

Some rumors may float about her -- whispers of awe or distained accusations of witch; and perhaps, some of that is true to an extent but only a select few could give evidence of the Oracle's gifts. Ask her how she came to be to this place and a dreamy, soft voice will merely answer that she fled the trap of a gilded cage and laid a path of crumbled hopes to start anew.

By appearance she seems as any Elf, small and slight -her willowed build graced by gowns of favored white or pale blues. Her hair a cascading waterfall of platinum blonde that will fall past knees when left unbound. Pale of flesh save a recent occurence that has left the tips of fingers and toes blushed with crimson that fades as the last knuckle of each digit is reached. By every appearance she is of pure Elven heritage save for that, perhaps a telling of something else that lurks within her blood.

Late night travelers will likely find themselves within the company of this known insomniac as she nurses a mug of her favored mint tea. As of late, much of her attention seems to be projected upon the young Duke, [[Coran D'zir]].

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 Since her arrival one blistering winter -- left upon tavern steps by a guide soon vanished, this pale and otherworldly creature has become a recognizable figure; though only known well by a select few.
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 By appearance she seems as any Elf, small and slight -her willowed build graced by gowns of favored white or pale blues. Her hair a cascading waterfall of platinum blonde that will fall past knees when left unbound. Pale of flesh save a recent occurance that has left the tips of fingers and toes blushed with crimson that fades as the last knuckle of each digit is reached. By every appearance she is of pure Elven heritage save for that, perhaps a telling of something else that lurks within her blood.
-Late night travelers will likely find themselves within the company of this known insomniac as she nurses a mug of her favored mint tea.  In the summer of 207 AR, Aislinn married the young Count, [[Coran D'zir]].  On December 20, 207 AD she gave birth to their first child, a daughter, named Mochrie D'zir.
+Late night travelers will likely find themselves within the company of this known insomniac as she nurses a mug of her favored mint tea.  In the summer of 207 [[Anno Regalis|AR]], Aislinn married the young Count, [[Coran D'zir]].  On December 20, 207 [[Anno Regalis|AR]] she gave birth to their first child, a daughter, named [[Mochrie D'zir]].
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 Her smiles are sweet things -- a promise of honey upon the pillows of a pink mouth and ears alert, elegantly tapered things that perk towards the love of a good conversation. Gentled ways are reflexed in every movement; she a central hub of calm for close friends.
-Some rumors may float about her -- whispers of awe or distained accusations of witch; and perhaps, some of that is true to an extent but only a select few could give evidence of the Oracle's gifts. Ask her how she came to be to this place and a dreamy, soft voice will merely answer that she fled the trap of a gilded cage and laid a path of crumbled hopes to start anew.
+Some rumors may float about her -- whispers of awe or less than favorable accusations of witch; and perhaps, some of that is true to an extent but only a select few could give evidence of the Oracle's gifts. Ask her how she came to be to this place and a dreamy, soft voice will merely answer that she fled the trap of a gilded cage and laid a path of crumbled hopes to start anew.
-By appearance she seems as any Elf, small and slight -her willowed build graced by gowns of favored white or pale blues. Her hair a cascading waterfall of platinum blonde that will fall past knees when left unbound. Pale of flesh save a recent occurence that has left the tips of fingers and toes blushed with crimson that fades as the last knuckle of each digit is reached. By every appearance she is of pure Elven heritage save for that, perhaps a telling of something else that lurks within her blood.
+By appearance she seems as any Elf, small and slight -her willowed build graced by gowns of favored white or pale blues. Her hair a cascading waterfall of platinum blonde that will fall past knees when left unbound. Pale of flesh save a recent occurance that has left the tips of fingers and toes blushed with crimson that fades as the last knuckle of each digit is reached. By every appearance she is of pure Elven heritage save for that, perhaps a telling of something else that lurks within her blood.
-Late night travelers will likely find themselves within the company of this known insomniac as she nurses a mug of her favored mint tea.  As of late, much of her attention seems to be projected upon the young Count, [[Coran D'zir]].
+Late night travelers will likely find themselves within the company of this known insomniac as she nurses a mug of her favored mint tea.  In the summer of 207 AR, Aislinn married the young Count, [[Coran D'zir]].  On December 20, 207 AD she gave birth to their first child, a daughter, named Mochrie D'zir.
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	Since her arrival one blistering winter -- left upon tavern steps by a guide soon vanished, this pale and otherworldly creature has become a recognizable figure; though only known well by a select few.		Since her arrival one blistering winter -- left upon tavern steps by a guide soon vanished, this pale and otherworldly creature has become a recognizable figure; though only known well by a select few.