Her mother had said that all her daughters had the stamp of aristocracy etched upon them, but that she, Feyrre had been doubly marked.   Some of her mother’s friends agreed with this proclamation, offered at the birthing day celebration that was Feyrre’s introduction into society, while others have made similar comments since, she knows that she is not nobly born, but is equally aware that a refined bearing is oft more important  than the blueness of her blood.

At six feet even the woman that stands before you might be considered tall for a human, perhaps particularly for a human, green eyed,  a face of patrician beauty, classic in its hauteur, her hair bound up in the tri-plates of a scholar, the first  conclusion might easily come to mind is that of nobly born. Well-tempered by hardship and sorrow, but still of one with the inner fortitude of a ruler.   The eagle that follows her and seems to be utterly at her beck and call, might further add to this affect, in spite of the simple woolen  bark and earth toned riding dresses she can be oft found in.