Giriel loves stories of all kinds! As an aspiring sorcerer, you learn a lot of stories. They’re good teaching lessons. Some of them are horror stories about witches who didn’t follow the right precautions and got dragged down to the hells (yes well, that had seemed a lot less likely until the last few days), sometimes they were fascinating stories about obscure spirits and deities and how they moved in the world, and other times they were thrilling, seat-riveting stories about the wonder and miracles that happened around people every day.

Then there were the stories that you learned by doing the work. Banal stories about backaches and old war wounds, about warts and rashes and all sorts of ailments. Stories about harvests and rivers and trees. About local families, ancestors, gods and spirits, and about respect and disrespect. The movements of everyday life and religious life, and all the little interactions that people have and need help fixing when they make mistakes they didn’t intend. 

But, if Giriel is being honest, her favorite stories are the romances. That’s right, she’s something of a sap. But the Flower kingdoms are full of them, and they come in all shapes and sizes! Some of them are so tiny and so real: people who come to her just because they want a potion to make their hair look nice and their skin healthy to meet someone special. Others are so big, weddings that fill an entire village with flowers, or tales of lost loves kidnapped. Some are the work of high fantasy like the stories of knights and damsels fighting off the hells themselves to be together, defying the strands of fate themselves, and the distant stories of gods long past who could rewrite reality and yet railed and screamed and clashed in the throes of their feelings for the loves they could not have. 

Giriel loves these romances, big and small. She loves any part she gets to play in them, and she loves dreaming about them on her travels. 

[The Astral dance is a 13]