Name: Isokell ZanTaoyaka
Title: Saya-rehu, princess of Kayalana
Birthday: July 22nd
Celestial guardian: Sinju
Ethnicity: Mixed (Kayalana)
Eye Color: Grey
Hair color: Blonde
Skin color: Cream
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Isokell is the crown princess of Kayalana, daughter of Rylerion and Relonia, and older sister of Ziradess.
A long awaited heir to secure the ZanTaoyaka succession, and a living symbol of unity between Arani and Ititshi with her mixed parentage, Isokell had great expectations to live up to even before her birth. But when the princess was born blind, many saw it as an ill omen.
In his heart certain that his daughter’s blindness was divine retribution for his own past sins, Rion desperately tried all in his and Relonia‘s power, and even that of the Chima priesthood to restore her sight. But while the girl was hale and spirited in every other way, her eyes refused to respond to the light. Continue reading “Isokell ZanTaoyaka”
Come Fly by Soawen
Characters: Rannon, Khata
Summary: After the Final Battle, Rannon has trouble seeing anything but a battlefield when he approaches a zenaqet board. Combine that with the darkest night coming up, and he’s in free fall. Fortunately for him (and his surroundings), Khata is used to dealing with foolish ZanTaoyakas.
Warnings: Mentions of battle, a so not realistic cure for the aftermath of war
A/N: This is the cause of this. I realize Rannon and Khata are being all bad-ass here (no better player indeed!), but maybe the aftermath was less … fun.
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Isokell was careful not to scowl when Rannon carefully stepped around their zenaqet board and ignored their game completely despite it being his turn.
Not that she minded how he sank down next to her with a murmur of her name, not at all, but it was so frustrating that he didn’t want to talk about the lack of- of- she didn’t know what, only that he had stopped playing after what had become known as the Final Battle, claiming that he had played enough, and only that he was not getting any better with new year and its dark night closing in. Continue reading “Come Fly by Soawen”