At 5’6”, Amarae carries a height that hints at quiet strength for a 21 year old woman who hails from Sihold in the Machairne province. Aurelie’s face, once round and soft, is sharpening with the subtle edges of adulthood. Her freckles are gifts from the sunlit days of her youth in Sihold, and still linger despite the rains of Blymere. Her smoky grey eyes with flecks of gold and brown show signs of weariness from late nights working at the Morshead inn. Dark red hair, a legacy from her mother, tumbles in long curls and waves around her face down to her shoulders.

Twirling passionfruit vines, winter sun Musty cupboards and sprigs of lavender Wind chimes inside, just beyond reach Matriarchal hand casting shadows on the wall On the ground, we’d play on our knees The couch and table a fortress and tower Handwritten note, a cartoon of you Laughter lost to time yet the words are engraved “I’ll always be with you right there in your heart”