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Naela Fa’Elmoore
Profession: Empath
My father Ephem-Al Ron La’Sharra and mother El’serra Fa’Elmore La’Sharra bore
two daughters of whom I am the second. I was raised in the same house in which I
was born with my sister Windfare, who is quite a bit older than myself.
The village where I lived was actually all part of a huge complex of buildings
which is an extension of my families’ winery and brewery. Our home is in the
community of Da’Kaleena near the slopes of the Dragonspine Mountains. The winery
has been in the family since before the days of the Undead Wars. My family
raised bees for the honey and cultivation of our excellent grapes which grow
nowhere else in Elanthia that we know. The town was always referred to by our
family name, La’Sharra.
After the time of the Undead Wars, my family, shocked by the carnage and waste
not to mention the damage to the land, pledged to become empaths. Such was my
following. My sister Windfare, having no certain interests in the healing arts,
decided to concentrate on the family business.
I was always interested in the things of nature being intrigued after spending
hours studying the culture of bees. So most of my time was spent outdoors in the
wilds with creatures large and small. Being with them as much as I was, the
creatures were extremely docile around me. Whenever I would see one of them hurt
I would apply my healing skills to restore them. Thus my first patients were
animals.
My family, through ancient connections and deeds of valor, was highly regarded
among a people who regarded nothing outside the good and welfare of the
community. Because of our business and previous financial gains made my those
before, my family is what might be considered very wealthy. Yet I have never
known a time they weren’t involved in the good of the community and the welfare
of those around us. When I was very young I remember seeing my mother give her
jewelry to families to purchase food and clothing. I had plenty of good example
around me yet I was always a little selfish and a whole lot independent. I was a
girl whom I felt should have been a boy and a ranger instead of a girl with an
empath’s calling.
It was shortly after the family decided to begin a distillery for the production
of fine Sylvan brandy my sister, Windfare, left Da’Kaleena and traveled to the
west. My closest and dearest friend left. I was heartbroken. I knew Windfare was
the favorite of many in our family but I realized she was an important figure
and I did love her so very much. After all she was the next in line after gramps
and dad and would become Princess Windfare La’Sharra of La’Sharra in Da’Kaleena.
And I would be “her sister.”
I don’t know if it was my imagination, which is rather overactive, or if the
family did resent the fact Windfare left while I remained behind. I felt I had
become the “rogue” of the family. I was the little La’Sharra daemon, a rebel and
a tomboy. My family rather resisted and regretted the fact the youngest
daughter, a representative of the family, would prefer running around in
breeches and a tunic instead of fine robes and gowns. But, they were stuck with
me. Or so it seemed.
One day while I was in the wilds attending to my friends, the animals, my hair
became entangled in some brambles. Now my hair was not something just to the
shoulders, my hair like my sisters was so long we could almost sit on it. After
getting it untangled I immediately sat down, squirrels running over me, took out
my dagger and cut my hair. Well you probably can’t, but try to imagine my father
seeing his youngest daughter with hair so short it looked like a cork in a
bottle of mead. He didn’t like the idea one bit. He looked at me and said, “No
woman in the La’Sharra family has ever had short hair.” To which I replied,
“There is now.” For weeks he refused to look at me or speak more than a word or
two to me. I thought ‘well dang’ I must not be a La’Sharra. So after that I used
my mother’s name and I became Naela Fa’Elmoore.
Then word spread in town that there was going to be a wedding in the La’Sharra
house. My immediate thought was my father wedding me off to spare the family
additional embarrassment. About a month later a delegate from Ta’Illistim
arrived at the house and was ushered into the green lounge. This room was the
traditional room for family arrangements and such. I ran outside and found my
old friend “Dooper.” Now Dooper got his name because… I should tell you what
Dooper is first. Dooper is one of the biggest birds you have ever seen. I
rescued him from the wild and tamed him. I couldn’t release him due to the fact
he had an injured wing which wouldn’t fully heal. Old Dooper had a problem.
Every time he became excited he would fly into the air and poop like a bird had
never pooped. I wanted to call him “Pooper” but knowing the family I realized I
should change his name. So I called him “Dooper.”
By the tree! Where was I? Oh yes, I ran outside and got Dooper. I carried him
into the house and snuck over to the door of the Green Lounge and peeking in saw
the ‘gentleman’ was still in there alone. I threw Dooper into the room. I
thought it was the greatest idea in the land and started giggling. I wanted to
laugh so hard and realized I had to get out of there. I turned around with my
hand on my mouth trying to hold back my laughter and there in front of me stood
… dad. I won’t bore you with what followed but I will say, Dooper now lives on
the other side of the forest.
The gentleman from Ta’Illistim? He was a dealer and distributor of wines, meads
and fine liquors. He arrived to discuss exclusive distributorship of the
La’Sharra winery.
I knew what I did was wrong but also knew I did it because of who I am. I
wouldn’t exactly call it ‘running-away’ but I left home. I went to town and at
the local furrier I saw a ranger selling pelts. I mentioned I wanted to go to
Ta’Vaalor. He said he was going as far as Ta’Illistim and then on to the west. I
told him I would go that far with him if he didn’t mind. He agreed and later
that day I departed on my way to Ta’Vaalor. My reason for Ta’Vaalor was to go
there and take formal studies in healing and then return to La’Sharra.
After arriving in Ta’Illistim the ranger wanted to spend the night and go on the
next day. So I found lodging and wrote my sister a letter so she wouldn’t worry
if she should hear from home. I sent the letter with a group of rangers that
were leaving at night that way she would receive it sooner.
I had trouble sleeping that night and decided to take a very early morning walk.
I strolled the streets of Ta’Illistim and decided to go outside the gates into
the woods. I saw the ranger who had brought me from La’Sharra and we greeted one
another. Then I made a sudden decision to go to the west with him. I asked him
if I could and he said he would be happy to share his travel with someone who
loved nature as I did. So instead of going to Ta’Vaalor I arrived in Wehnimer’s
Landing.
Talk about falling off the spit into the fire. By the leaf of the tree! That’s
exactly what I did. That town is filled to the walls with bad manners and young
men that tried to make me think I was the answer to their prayers. They all
stunk like the bottom of a week old brew gone bad. Manners and courtesy were
foreign words and foreigner actions. By the beard of a dwarf! I don’t think any
of them knew what loving concern was or what love was about at all. I stayed
there three days trying to find my sister. But the last I heard was she was in
Icemule Trace or Solhaven. When I sent the letter days earlier I told the
rangers I wasn’t sure where she was but they said they would find her. I heard
so many tales about the dangers of traveling to Icemule Trace that I was
resigned to the fact I would probably never see Windfare unless she were to look
for me. I decided to wait. Then I became extremely homesick for woods. I needed
a tree. I found one south of the town center and tried to climb it but wasn’t
able. I thought, “By the roots of the tree! What kind of Sylph am I who can’t
even climb a tree?” I sat and cried.
I met a mentor in Wehnimer’s who consoled me, his name was Aurien. He with his
wisdom calmed me and presented me with a solution. The details are rather
personal and difficult to write. I will tell you though, I was returned to
Ta’Vaalor and trees I could climb and people who were kind, thoughtful and
caring.
My sister will be coming here this autumn because it's her wedding that is to
take place in the La’Sharra family. I now know where she is and she knows where
I am and soon we will be together. Whether I’ll ever go back to La’Sharra, I
don’t know. But I am learning to become an empath.
Contact information
AIM: NaelaFaElmoore
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