Itylra{Carth} sat before the statue of Kirva on her knees and wondered where she went wrong. She wasn't as strong as the others, never had been even in the Netherglooms and was mocked and teased for it. Chewing on her lower lip she wondered if things would only get worse now that she was collared like a pet and if Kirva would finally give up on her. She submitted to a male.. sure he was the head Priest of the Temple but he was male.. and human. Her head dropped, white curls slid down to cover her face a bit before she was pushing herself up to finish cleaning up so she could go back to the office.
The moriel was slender, with long white curls and dark ebony flesh barely covered by leather skirt and top, all the signs of one of their kind until one looked closer and saw the bright violet eyes and the soft, peaceful look upon her face that indicated she was shy, quiet and preferred her books over the company of others, especially other moriel. She tended to avoid them at all costs and the one time she went against that thought she had been tortured within the dungeons for days.
Without delay she went to work, knowing Carth's spiders were more then likely watching her to make sure she stayed put after running away once. A scowl at the thought of it and she was set back to pacing her time so she wouldn't have to return to the keep and the others waiting there as well. She preferred the cave and the sense of home.