Didrit The Drakadlor Of Framarch
A rowdy child, but only out the vision of adults. She's free spirited, not caring about the other children much, which makes them follow her all the more. She's daring whens he plays, but also works hard for her family's name, and enjoys reading as well. Cleans well, and a good standing in the community.
Her parents are both from Sing Galtz, and it seems at least one of her friends' parents are all from a different region in Ardus. It makes her feel a little boring, a little ordinary, everyone having a different tradition than she does. She starts to worry if she will marry someone from Sing Galtz too or someone with a different culture as her, and she hopes for it to be the latter.
Didrit is a beauty when she grows up, long pointed nose, almond shaped deep green eyes, dirty blonde hair curt short, with a few tiny braids twirling around her ears. She doesn't want to try to tame her long wavy hair. Thick brows, and pointed chin. She and Weringal spoke so much of the tales and stories of travelers and merchants, she turns the tables on her parents, being the first girl to join the wheels with Weringal's help once she shows an ounce of interest.
Riding with the boys, she quickly finds herself excited ot continue this lifestyle. As they get older, WEringal sends any rings he makes, at his mother's request of him not to sell any rings at Kifore Path, to Didrit. It gives her a boost in income, and without her parent's ranch money to support her, buys her first wagon, and eventually a steed as well. She's awaiting her license to travel outside of the Klodargo mountains, but for now runs from the main towns to the edge of Forlaled Neni.
She wears an intricate headband of bright green gems around her forehead, and a ring that hangs from her nose of vorild gems. Along her waist are always various drinks, as she's a skinny girl and may not snack much, but loves to have a hint of sweetness or ale as she travels. Will hid them behind her veil from the nosey onlookers.
When Weringal A Drakmuth was invited to different guilds, he always seemed ot have a reason it invite her over despite her not having an invitation or any notability.
He claimed since she started hanging with him and Path Wheeler, that she seemed a great candidate as well. And that she also wanted to leave farmwork behind.
The first time she's excited, the second flattered, the third suspicious and the fourth exhausted. She tries to ask him on multiple times why he keeps going to these guilds that he's not interested in, and dragging her along so far.
On the fourth visit, she's trying to figure a way to tell her best friend that he needs to stop bringing her. She didn't mind spending the time away from the farm and ranch, he was much better company than a stubborn Gerolilt Skere. And they did have great conversations, ranging from the terrible people at the guilds, the cool metals he's been working with, or the cool merchants she's met through the Path Wheelers. The more she tries to convince herself, the more she figures it's not bad at all. Is she going to miss the time spent with Weringal once their futures take them down separate paths? It's a sad thought she doesn't want to think about.
After their dance, she tries to give him another chance. She is too busy with home chores to leave, but it appears her family will all be gone one day. The monsters fed, the teklin locked out, she goes to their pantry to prepare a small feast of fresh farm food when she hears footsteps from the entrance door.
Her mother was sick, but a smile on her face. She was pregnant again, and Didrit's little sisters and brothers clung to their mother's skirts, chirping happy toddling sounds.
She has to get out of the farmhouse, more sooner than ever.
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Species
Ethnicity
Date of Birth
289HB 20 Aslen of Tarnos
Birthplace
Framarch Farmhouse
Spouses
Weringal The Drakadlor A Drakmuth
(spouse)
Siblings
Children
Current Residence
Presentation
REAL Short blonde hair that frames her face, deep green eyes and deep bushy blonde eyebrows.
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