Melva the Wanderer will be a name known throughout the realm! A human girl will grow stronger, gathering knowledge, and turn into a human woman who is meant to be the Ruler of Kings!
My mother told me I have a rare shine in my eyes, but I only see the dull brown color. Still, I am stronger than other girls my age, as well as much smarter, in my opinion. While others are chasing a future of marriage and children, I end up taking the path through the woods to observe the world around me.
I enjoy speaking to the scholars of the Town, getting to know what makes the world and people work. Of course, I am polite towards the spiritual guides that come around, although I am not too sure of the stories they tell. This is something I want to learn more about, but it is difficult to find concrete things that connects to those ideas.
One day, Melva the Wanderer will be known all over, and it starts TODAY.
A Sentimental Value
As soon as I could lift the flail, I was working toward building my strength. I would take the weapon to the back, and swing until my arms hurt. I don't know if it did anything other than build my arm muscles, but I sure felt powerful! I was told this was my father's weapon as he trained for fighting in the war. Maybe this is my weapon for my own training.
When I got the letter, I was taken by surprise. It was no secret my father had gone off a while ago, but to have gotten remarried so soon after my mother's death? Even though the marriage had been over, my mother did not have a bad thing to say about him. I believe what my mother told me, that they had just grown apart and moved on with their lives. So, maybe this new sister will be a good thing, someone to trade stories about my father with.
Meeting her in the tavern was nerve wrecking, but as soon as I saw her gentle smile, I relaxed. Come to find out, she was similarly interested in the way the world works. Merin also commented how nervous she was to meet me. About the same age as me, she was slightly taller with a fuller set of hips and light hair. She told me about how my father had married her mother only to protect them. Her own father was a terrible man, known to drink too much and become violent.
Now, though, it seemed we had one another. I am looking forward to building a relationship with her.
Reflections On Your Mother
My mother would not have been considered the most scholarly. She preferred the wilderness to being in a room with lecturers. I got my curiosity of the world from her. She would find the best fowl when hunting, making the most delicious meat pie that I had ever had. She enjoyed spending time in the forest with the altars to her deity. I would follow sometimes to observe, but it didn't make an impact on me as it did on her.