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Aehra Dayilhin
Fundamentals
Full Name
Aehra Dayilhin
Aliases
Seaborne, Filigree, the.
Age
17
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Exploring
Species
Unicorn / Pegasus
Height
16.0hh
Location
Uncharted
Comprised of moonfire and saltwater, Aehra is a melodic composition of the stars and sea. Born to a mismatched family that eked out their existence in the wake of destruction, it was impossible for her not to inherit a penchant for extraordinary hopes.

With a strength that comes from a deeply spiritual upbringing, she has a profound reliance on the Gods that came before her, and a youthful expectation that her dreams will span out by their hand. She was just as predisposed to inevitably grow into her mothers' generosity, and the model selflessness of the Fate Aelin, who once died to save her people. As such, Aehra's expectations for herself are at times astronomical, but she confronts them with headstrong determination and an untested self-confidence.

She is young and hungry and sure of herself, but guilelessly compelled by the generosity of her blood.

"The cure for anything is salt water."
Partner
None
Ex-Partner(s)
None

Parents
Aelin x Jahra
Sibling(s)
Caelan
Children
None
Aehra Aelin Fletcher Avallac'h (Step)
Hälla (Adopted)
Liathe Ranwar
Skadi
Jahra Avallac'h (Adopted) Unknown
Unknown
Unknown Unknown
Unknown
Design by Silverfang Appearance
Comprised of moonfire and saltwater, Aehra is a melodic composition of the stars and sea. Boasting her creator mother’s long, curly white hair and her birth mother’s leggy build, there’s a refined femininity to the Seaborne and an expertly coiffed precision to her lithe frame.

Beneath a soft blue pelt and lavender freckling, Aehra shimmers with the opalescent light she was bred from. Her hooves, the pigment of her skin, the budding of her horn, and even the sclera of her eyes are bedecked in the texturing of glacial blue opals. Notably, scar tissue is also derived from the same material.

Her eyes are as profoundly blue as the sea, and framed in a thick set of black lashes. Aehra’s countenance tapers into a lean muzzle and a chiseled cheekbone, though her features are dwarfed by the immensity of her pointed ears, a trademark of her creator mother’s heritage.

Notably, Aehra's youthful appearance is infringed upon by the scoring of deep scarring over her left eye, and on her left shoulder. Although she cannot remember the pain of these wounds, they were the result of the dark magic that once scalded her pregnant mother as she escaped from Darkness. Aehra, despite not surviving those wars herself, carries the marks of them forever.

Still but a filly, she has yet to fully grow into her stature, and she stands presently as an ungainly teenager, her eyes wide for compassion and adventure.
Personality
Born to a mismatched family that eked out their existence in the wake of destruction, it was impossible for Aehra not to inherit a penchant for extraordinary hopes.

With a strength that comes from a deeply spiritual upbringing, she has a profound reliance on the Gods that came before her, and a youthful expectation that her dreams will span out by their hand. She was just as predisposed to inevitably grow into her mothers' generosity, and the model selflessness of the Fate Aelin, who once died to save her people. As such, Aehra's expectations for herself are at times astronomical, but she confronts them with headstrong determination and an untested self-confidence.

A willful presence with a quick tongue, her youthful nature is prone to testing limits. She's yet to fully encounter persons beyond a close knit family circle, and chomps at the bit for those many boundaries that have yet to be explored. Sure enough, it's a pity to be the fool that encounters her on a day when she's feeling especially inquisitive. All holds are barred when it comes to her curiosity, and her hungry recklessness to pry answers away from grabbing hands.

She is young and hungry and sure of herself, but guilelessly compelled by the generosity of her blood.
History
A manifestation of Jahra’s wish for a child brought into being by the Fair Fate’s magic, and fostered from the latter’s grief for her lost son. Aehra represented the dawning of a new age for both women, and their hope that only bright horizons awaited their future. She was hewn from the Fair Fate's opaline nature and the Scholar's oceanside home; the careful embodiment of the gentle chaos of the sea. Collectively, she was forged as a sea of prismatic gemstones: brilliant and strong.

Conceived within the land of Sovereign, she was forged during a time when the world was cast in shadow. Her fruition was borne from a hope of ushering in grander times and a brighter future, but her mothers' wish was not to last. Darkness swelled over the land they called home, brutally scarring the unborn filly within her dam's womb, murdering the Fair goddess that'd created her, and thrusting the woman that'd carried her so lovingly into a world of shadow.

Born upon the shores of Edana, the girl was greeted with the slosh of her brother the sea and the bite of salt, carrying the scars of a war she'd never known.

EDANA
Born unto chaos.


A child of dreams, flanked by Darkness since the dawning of her conception. A creation of magik, a descendant of a Goddess felled in her youth—she was born of fate. And it was fated, surely, that mother’s blood and child would spill into the bracken of the sea. Her first breath was filled with salt, her tiny lungs imbibed with the taste of the ocean. For that was the birthplace of her mothers: women of an island, a Queen and a Friend—an Apothecary and a Scholar.

She entered the world fighting, her too-small body swaddled in brine and gore. Her chin tilted above the slosh, her diamond-crusted façade smattered in crimson as her tiny lips parted, her body jostled by the tide.

As lithely built as Jahra, the cleansing of the sea revealed lavender freckling spread over her grey coat. Her legs boasted stockings of mauve, offset by the opals bedecking her small, perfectly rounded hooves. And her eyes… barely cracked open to regard the chaos of this new world, searched the sky with a gaze hewn of gemstones.

But she was not perfect—and just like her mothers, each a warrior in their own right— she was scarred.

Her left shoulder boasted a deep laceration, a cut undoubtedly inflicted by the Darkness’ impact upon her dam. And her left eye… a long scratch stretched from the apex of her forehead, cascading down the expanse of her slender cheek. Each wound glittered, cerulean and dazzling, as brilliantly opaline as her moonlit hooves.

The filly rolled languidly amid the bobbing waves, her every attempt to assess this new world thwarted as she was toppled over by the tide and sent sprawling, her chin bobbing beneath the surface.

But she didn't cry out.

Indeed, she slipped gracefully beneath the stretch of cobalt, swallowed by the underwater realm so beloved by both Aelin and Jahra. Perhaps the last blessing her creator mother would gift her—

her love for the sea.

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In time, she would grow beneath the careful eyes of a makeshift family. Her birth mother, and upon their unthinkable reunion, the Fate Aelin, who had perished with Sovereign.
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