Biography: Zayhan sha Iziren

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Zayhan sha Iziren


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First daughter of Mubesha Harad sha Iziren
Country of Origin: Calimshan
Race: Human
Height: 5'10"
Build: Athletic

The deep brown eyes of this young woman casually survey the area without much seeming interest. In her lustrous black hair, thin threads of silver are woven within a few small braids, both accentuating and contrasting with the strand of carved ivory crescents that hang from her heavy tresses. Similar crescent and whorled designs are emblazoned upon her richly tanned skin, covering her calves, thighs, and back.

Her languorous movements and posture suggest a life of extreme laziness or luxury, perhaps both. Those who catch her attention are rewarded with a disarming smile upon darkly painted crimson lips.

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Mubesha's Daughter - The Veiled Women

A pair of dark brown eyes peered out from under thick lashes at the girl in the center of the pile of brightly-colored cushions. Around her was a circle of attentive, somber-eyed women, one carefully applying kohl beneath her eyes, another painting her lips with the crimson of the annatto seed, others brushing out her black hair until it shone with a faint luster. Some admired, others murmured to each other before anointing the slender wrists with dabs of intoxicating perfume.

After a chorus of approving nods, another woman, much like the one in the center but older, with the first signs of thin, delicate wrinkles upon her brow, stepped forward. In her hands was a thin, golden veil, so fine and ethereal that once placed over the girl, it gave her a luminous glow, as if she had been dusted in gold. The women then stepped back, leaving the young girl in the center of the cushions alone.

After a few deep breaths, the young girl lifted her decorated head, crowned and bejeweled with dazzling precious and semi-precious stones, her gaze at the surrounding women reflecting at times her fear and resignation. One nod, then the elder woman again stepped forward, her head slightly lowered, the young girl following afterwards, a few paces behind. One by one, the rest of the females exited the tent in a similar fashion, each of them gathering a single wedding gift to carry to the marriage tent.

Zayhan stepped forward, finding her place near the end of the line, as one of the youngest of those present. A quick movement to her right, a quiet shadow, drew her attention momentarily. Dark, glittering eyes met her own, holding her gaze with the promise that one day soon, she might be the one crowned and veiled.