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Sarah Swan Kenyatta
"I will not have you without the darkness that hides within you."
twenty seven — healer — warrior's daughter
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appearance | bright red hair- prized of royalty; curling at the ends ever so slightly, dark brown eyes that shine with specks of honey and amber in the everlasting sunlight, pale skin that shines with freckles imitating the stars stretching across the sky, and a white scar stretching from her middle finger to the end of the right wrist
role | one of the many healers belonging to the clan
relationships | Ser Kenyatta: Her mother, recently deceased, whom taught her what little she knew about healing, herbs, and tonics. She died from a fatal accident involving a poisonous plant that had mistaken for an ailment plant.
Anshan Kenyatta: Her father, a warrior with a gentle heart, fought her the safety of their clan since he was a small boy. He has known nothing other than bloodshed and yet he ascertains a golden heart that holds his family dear. His touch is not rough and lined with scars, but delicate and soft. The reminders he bears are strewn throughout his memory and has apt haunted him at night. He is still sound of mind, however, and will do near anything for his daughter- the last of his kin.━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━weapon | a small dagger that is hidden in her bootstrap; it's blade is made out of dragon bone and it's blade is rusted at the tip, but otherwise as sharp as her wit
history | Sarah Kenyatta was born on a sweltering Sunday afternoon when the sun was as hot as dragon's breath. Her mother was strong and knowledgeable in childbirth because she was one of the clan's previous healers. Unlike many fathers who have been worn down by the bog of war, Sarah's father was right by his wife's side with a beaming face as his daughter made her way out into the world. Her rosy face beaming with a smile that equaled her father's as she appeared into his arms.
That smile rarely faded off of Sarah's face as she grew up. Anshan taught her how to still see the sun in the rain and every positive outcome when tough times hit. It helped her cope when he went off with the other warriors whether that was to battle or to help a neighboring clan. With that, she spent a lot of time with her mother whom she grew close to as she aged. Her mother was stricter than her father and was more apt to punish Sarah for small transgressions than pretend they never happened in the first place. Sarah used to scoff at her mother's punishments, but now she missed them.
Ser Kenyatta died with nobody by her side. She had consumed a poisonous plant- failing to recognize its close nature to the plant she mistook it for. Sarah had been off tending to a couple of wounded clan children whom fell from a rocky enclosure when her mother passed away. She would've never expected to come home to find her the way she was in a million years. It's a memory that is burned into her memory for all eternity.
Since then, she took her mother's place as healer and the duty glowed within her heart. She rarely spoke of her mother and it dutifully never left her father's lips whenever he was home. Anshan could be gone from their home for a number of months on various missions with other warriors, but he always came home and that's what kept Sarah going in her darkest moments. Her cheery disposition didn't falter despite the trauma that caused nightmares to creep up into her mind's eye or made her hands shake when she passed certain plants in the forest. She always tried to remain calm and sharp because she held the clan's beating heart in her hands.
