Yannira Reivon
Original family:
Father: Iratris Reivon
Mother: Joiyoia Reivon
Sister: Cahira
new family
Father: Garen Cauthor
Mother: Tilly Cauthor
Brothers: Thomas, Robin and Berrun
Sister: Else
Place of Birth : Tanchico, Tarabon
Age: nearly 18
Eye: brown
Hair: straw blond and long : done in typical taraboner braids when she just arrived
Height: 5.7ft
Weight: 150p
Talents: Unweaving, Reading residues, Masking the Glow (approved by Mother)
Base Strength: 31
Current Strength: 31
Fire: 3
Water: 7
Air: 5
Spirit: 9
earth: 8
History
Iratris looked at Joiyoia with tear stained eyes, though pride and hope still holding a part of his emotions. His wife, his strong, proud leopard was pacing with determined strides, her face set hard and confident. Not a flicker of fear seemed to be in her.
“If the money is paid, all will be well, don’t worry… they won’t hurt them” a voice came from the corner; calm, matter-of-factly, but still comforting. Marrolk, who had been a friend to the family from Iratris’ grandfather on, stood in the corner looking over the ransom letter the house of Reivon had received a day earlier.
“And the gap in the coffers should not provide too big an obstacle for the family to recover either.” As one of the most trusted bankers in the city of Tanchico, Marrolk knew what he was talking about, and knew that that was the reason they had asked for him to come.
Joiyoia merely nodded softly as she briefly paused to look at the old man leaning near the blazing fireplace. Iratris moaned. “I… I need a drink…” he said at last, braking the silence that had followed Marrolks words. The man reached to the small table and donned his veil before walking out, seeking refuge in wine.
Hours later, Joiyoia sat in a small chariot, clattering loudly over the streets under a pale half moon, riding towards the Rose and Dagger, her husbands preferred inn.
The coach stopped and the honey blond haired woman walked in, her braids swishing and the beads clicking as her veil hid her mouth, drawn in a tight, angry line. She did not like having to pick up her husband who should be with her, being her rock in this hard time… not a milksop.
There were very few customers still in the inn, and one of them, sobbing in a corner, with wine stains on his shirt, was Iratris. “Come” she said irritably, as she started pulling him upright. He was drunk, but luckily not drunk enough to have to be carried, so, though wobbly, Joiyoia led her husband outside and started towards where she’d left the coach when suddenly she felt pain blossom up quickly in her chest and soon after all there was, was darkness.
That night a footpad ran into the dark streets with a bloody blade and a very rich haul.
Two days later, two men, tucked in a rather small room were arguing; ignoring the crying of two babes in the room next door. They had been arguing for a while now, eversince they found out that both of the Reivons, the only adults of their house left alive, had been victims of a footpad.
The only other Reivons alive, were the two stolen babes, who would normally by now, be back with their parents, and their kidnappers would be as far away from Tanchico as possible, with a very fair amount of gold crowns in their bags.
But not now…
“Fine! Do as you please! But I’m not staying here to be found out with these two bloody blobs of sheepswallop!” one of them finally screamed before walking briskly out of the room. Less then an hour later Aarons possessions as well as one of the two baby girls were gone from the small abode under the blacksmiths workplace.
Frightened because his accomplice left, Miron decided to follow the other mans decision. As he started packing though, he remembered talking to a carpenter in a pub in the lower parts of town two days ago. A sad story of a couple trying for a babe for years now… and now that they finally seemed to succeed, his wifes babe was born dead, plunging the woman and man both in a depression. “I don’t suppose I’ll find that man again” Miron muttered to himself. But still he went to that same pub, just to be sure.
For four years, the Cauthor family lived happily with their daughter whom they called Ina and loved as their own. Everyone believed the little blond girl was their own, as neither Garen or Tilly had had the strength to tell anyone about Tilly’s misscariage.
Then however, something changed as Tilly once more got pregnant, and this time gave birth to a healthy baby boy.
Immediately all their attention went to the young Thomas and a few years later to Else, Robin and Berrun. Ina, who unlike her siblings, was not of the family; and Garen and Tilly had started to ignore the child and started to think of her as an unwelcome guest, taking up space and food and decided that she should pay them back for what she had cost them.
So as soon as she was old enough to work, Ina spent long days working with her father as a carpenter, and long nights serving in the ‘Blinded Dame’; giving all the money she earned to her parents as she was told her duty was to help support the family.
She lived quite secluded, and though her beauty often incurred the interest of young, and older men, the ones she had to deal with were not particularly what she was hoping for.
Whenever one of the customers tried to get greedy for more then a pinch in her bottom or rough though, she would deal with them easily as she had gained quite some strength as a carpenter; even though that would end her up with both a beating from her patron –who believed the customers should get what they desired- as her ‘father’ because she had displeased Master Rowley.
One day however, when she had passed her 17th nameday –or at least the one the Cauthors had given her- by just a few days, Ina was walking through the streets of Tanchico with plans tucked under her arms. Both her ‘father’ as Robin were working on a lot of orders, and she had been sent out with some plans for a cabinet of a seemingly wealthy noble, who apparently had sunken low and needed cheap but well made furniture.
As she walked onto the better parts of town, carefully walking in order not to lose her way, she suddenly noticed an old man, his hair, the little tufts that were left of it, already completely white, staring at her. She carefully made a small curtsy and went on; after all she had been taught to know her betters.
But the old man walked up to her and started talking.
“Dear Child” he said, a mere flicker of doubt in his name. “What are you doing here? You seem lost.”
Ina blinked. She had not known that she had looked lost but she admitted that she was looking for the house of the Mindran family to deliver something.
“Oh that… it is not too far away from here. Allow an old man to guide you.” With the old man pushing it like that, nodding in acceptance, before the man started small talking was all that the girl could do.
A few streets away, the man showed her a house and then bid farewell.
A few hours later, Ina made her way back to her house, and was surprised to find only her brother in the workshop, especially because of their big workload. She wanted to start working immediately, but her brother told her otherwise. “a bit ago an old rich man came by and wanted to talk to dad. He told me to send you in once you came back you bloody lazy wench.”
Frowning softly Ina wondered what would have happened to send the old guy to her home, for she did believe it would be the same old guy she’d met before.
As soon as she walked into the house though, her father, in company of her mother, sister and the old guy from before, told her to go and pack her things. “You’ll be going home with him now, so get up and don’t take too long” Ina panicked. When serving, she had heard foreigners tell stories of girls being sold to men by their parents to just be less then a servant to them.
“But why?” she said, her voice growing piched with panic. “This is my home. You are my family, why?”
From the corner of her eye she could see the old man open up his mouth and already utter “child…” but he was cut of by the man she believed to be her father. “We’re not your family!” He shouted, his blond braids shaking visibly “We never were. We bought you and you’ve never been anything but a nuisance, now get lost!” by the end of his litany, Ina stood there, shaking for a few moments before running up the stairs and falling onto her bed, crying.
The door creaked a bit later to let Else in. The other girl had been the sun in her mothers life, but even though Else and Ina did not always see eye-to-eye, the 12 year old did have a good heart.
“I don’t think daddy meant to be mean… and the old man will look after you. He has money. He even gave daddy a whole pouch full for the care he has given to you.”
The sound of her innocent sisters voice made Ina smile briefly, however her words cut.
“However things turn out” she said then, going closer to Ina, “you’ll always be my big sister” and sealed the words with a hug.
The confidence in her sisters words and hug, gave Ina strength and a few minutes later she was leaving her home with a few possessions
Throughout the walk to the old man’s carriage, and the ride to his manor, neither spoke; only when they arrived at the manor and walked into a large sitting area, did the old man speak up.
“I’m sorry dear child, for all this. I understand if you are frightened or confused.” During a short break he looked at Ina, who tore her gaze away from the beautiful wall hangings and put it on the floor.
“But please don’t be dear…. Your parents call you Ina right?”
“Yes sir” she answered softly.
He nodded.
“Well Ina… don’t be afraid of me, please. I do not intend anything mean or bad.” He suddenly burst into laughter “Light I would not know what mean things an eighty-six year old could do.” He stopped laughing with a wheezing cough as to emphasize his words.
“But sit down please and drink something” he said as he motioned for a chair while a serving lady walked in. “My name is Marrolk Erkindan and there are some things I would like to tell you. About your parents.”
Once they sat down in a small sitting area the man started talking again, his voice remarkably smoother once he’d been able to drink a bit.
“I do regret the way master Garen brought it to you… but the truth is, that you are in fact not born out of their blood.
See… about 17 years ago a couple I was befriended to , which was one of the wealthier families in town, were granted two children, twins… two beautiful baby girls.”
“A few days later however, both were stolen and would be traded only for a large randsom. Iratris and Joiyoia Reivon immediately called for me, their banker and old friend to help them pay to get the children back.”
“Alas… the night before the money would be payed and the children saved… both of them were the victims of a petty footpad, who killed both… thus leaving no-one to pay the ransom… at least in the eyes of the kidnapper I think. They never let anyone hear from them again… and the babes were thought killed as well.”
The man paused for a moment “Untill today…. When I suddenly saw Joiyoia Reivon walk once more”
Ina was taken aback by the old mans story and would not believe him at first. But the man managed to convice her with all the information he had gathered; including a painting of her parents, with a woman, with child looking exactly like her… slowly she started to believe.
It also turned out that Marrolk had hoped for this day to come, for when the property of the Reivons was sold publicly, he had bought all and kept a close watch on the family fortune which they had stored with his bank. Property which he now once more believed should be in the hands of a Reivon. Yannira Reivon as he called her because of her fathers brown eyes.
Ina, Yannira, started to live in the mansion and under the caring eye of her benefactor learned more of life at her status. In time she even learned of the culture of elaborate parties, where the long lost last remnant –unless her sister Cahira would magically turn up- of House Reivon should be seen.
Still amazed by her new life, which she did not know whether to like or dislike because of the changes, Yannira attended a yearly royal ball one evening where one of the other guests, an Aes Sedai of the Grey called Merina Sedai told her she had an inborn spark and should go to the White Tower in Tar Valon.
Yannira did not wish to leave her newfound home behind already though and gracefully declined the Aes Sedai, however much she was in awe of the cool and composed woman.
She went to Tar Valon though, bundled on a packhorse like a prisoner.
Oh, one little thing though, and I'm too lazy to log out and back in. It says she's seven and a half feet tall, which is a rather incredible height for anyone to have, especially if the only major difference between the sisters is eye color. A nearly 2 foot height difference would be pretty noticeable I think. ;)
I'm thinking it's a typo, it's supposed to be 5'7" anyway. *pokes Yannira* ;)
K, that's what I figured, just wanted to make sure. :)