Arthur and Tabrîl
Since she was a tiny child, Tabrîl had been told that it was her destiny to be a warrior. That the mothers of the city decreed what was best for the city, and that was right and necessary. And Tabrîl had done all that was asked of her, and then she had almost died, and now here she was in Preya, where she might live for countless years. Some elves, she was sure, would not have been able to adjust to such a situation, but Tabrîl was different, because she believed in a higher purpose still. If she had stepped between one plane of existence and another, it was the doing of the goddess Ilanna, and that made it remarkably important. More important than the old laws of Korindet-Safri.
So warrior Tabrîl had taken it upon herself to become one of the mothers of the cities of Preya – and that was what this was, even if most of them were men and they called themselves a council. Some elves might have thought that this necessitated becoming grand and remote, but not Tabrîl, who was still very much herself. At the festivities, she sought out Arthur, whom she was sure had had a hand in her appointment, since she had been assisting with various matters of law in Everdale. She joined him in the line, the silver medals at her belt jingling as she walked.
‘Greetings and blessings upon you,’ she said brightly. ‘Now what are we queuing for?’ Although she still lived in a simple cabin in the woods, Tabrîl was very fond of trying out food and drink from all over Preya, and always asked for recommendations.