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Reputation is what other people know about you.
Honor is what you know about yourself.
Background
Born to Lord Chandlyr Roeman Erenford and Lady Isla Erenford nee Haigh seventeen years ago, Aemy Esmyrelda Erenford is a whimsical yet well mannered young lady. The youngest of three children, she is her father's pride and joy. Her older two brothers opted to follow in their father's footsteps. When her father was home he would place her on his knee and tell her of his exploits and adventures. Detailing, in part, his tasks as a noble man. Lord Chandlyr, son of Lord Martis, was knighted in his youth. He excelled with the spear and made a name for himself among the other knights as a fearless warrior. His jousting skills are impressive, though now he prefers leaving that to the younger generation. Namely, his children. He made sure they were educated with a spear, then a blade at an early age, not anywhere near as well as he, but well enough to defend themselves should they have the need. Her brothers, of course, were trained more properly than she with the weapons.
Lady Isla positively doted on her children, all three of them. A proper Lady, she was determined to show her only daughter the ways of a noblewoman. Aemy was always an avid listener, learning from her mother and various aunts and cousins. Her talent seemed to be more along the lines of poetry. Try as she may to learn an instrument, just sitting still was almost too much for her. Learning the harp was all she could manage. She was always with a bit of parchment in her hand, capturing words when they caught her interest. Writing was her true passion though, but in order to please her parents, she would put her words and music together, playing the harp as she sang. Although impressed, her family thought she wasn't quite so refined as her mother. More oft than not she would choose to be away from others, locked away in her room or down by the river writing her poems, mostly ignoring the duties befitting her station. Often, much to her parent's chagrin, she could be found sneaking away and having a dip in the water or tying a twine on a pole down at the water's edge catching fish. Becoming too much of a tomboy, they made a difficult decision.
And so with a heavy heart, she was sent away from her beloved family, her beloved home in Heronhurst to cousins in Terrick's Roost, hoping for her to gain a bit more refinement. Even though it isn't far, she knows she hasn't the option of returning home until her parents send for her. Though Aemy is hesitant on leaving her parents and brothers behind, she is looking forward to visiting with Katrin, for she has known her most of her life, having met on their many trips between Heronhurst, Seagard, Stonebridge and Terrick's Roost.
When women are moved and lend help When women who are by nature calm and controlled Give encouragement and applause When virtuous and knowledgeable women Grace the endeavor With their sweet love… Then is it invincible. Jose Marti Petite and well-poised are two of words most descriptive of this young lady, standing with perfect posture and an air of self-assured confidence. She stands at around 5'4" or so and possesses a soft and feminine body type. A bit on the serious side, having been told all her life that ladies are to be seen and not heard. Her father is a rather strict man who likes things to run smoothly. Includung his family. Only when she is alone or with someone she trusts implicitly does she venture into the less serious side she indeed possesses. Husband: Lord Robben Ashwood
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Allies and Foes
I dreamed of a wedding of elaborate elegance
A Sept filled with family and friends
I asked him what kind of a wedding he wished for
He said one that would make me his wife
Author Unknown
Whatever souls are made of his and mine are the same
Special thanks to Ceinlys for the picture