Kyriel

About

Lore

Early Life

A Realm Reborn

Heavensward

Stormblood

Shadowbringers

Endwalker

Associations

Alisaie Leveilleur

Alisaie starts out as a bit more of a mystery as far as Kyriel is concerned. She was much quieter and closed off, and Kyriel originally assumed her to either be shy or embarrassed by her brother's antics.

Alphinaud Leveilleur

Kyriel and Alphinaud did not get off to the best start. She found him to be a petulent child at best, thinking him to be arrogant more often than not. Despite his attitude and any mistakes he makes along the way, he does seem to at least have good intentions. As he learns and grows as an individual throughout their travels, he is also one of the first to seem to see Kyriel as anything more than a tool or an errand girl when he asks how she fares after the encounter at the Stone Vigil. Subsequently, Kyriel grows to think more highly of him, and eventually become quite protective of him.

Aymeric de Borel

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Estinien Wyrmblood

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G'raha Tia

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Haurchefant Greystone

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Krile

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Tataru Taru

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Thancred Waters

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Y'shtola Rhul

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Kyriel Art

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Pieces include commissions, art party sketches, other gifts, and my own art.

WolGraha Art

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Stories

Stories and drabbles. Mind the ratings.

Kyriel intro drabble by Lady JA Kyriel name day drabble by Jaye
(WolGraha)A Kyriel name day story by Lady J
(WolGraha)The night after G'raha returns to the Source. By MischiefMilly (WolGraha)Comfort after the events of In From the Cold
(WolGraha)The Crystal Exarch has a dream encounter
(WolExarch)Hurt/comfort immediately after the events of Endwalker by Lady J (WolGraha)

I am OfTheFey on AO3 and those stories are mine. I have not linked my profile outside of this page or used Kyriel's name within them as a level of comfort with being able to share my stories with some level of anonymity.

A character description Patreon milestone reward by Lady J.

Ul’dah is a shimmering city, a brilliant jewel hidden amidst the sand. Treasures upon treasures make their home here, with merchants of all kinds lauding and sourcing the city's most brilliant collection of jewels.But even amidst the bazaar's most shimmering, glimmering displays, hers yet remains an image that glimmers beyond compare. For at first glance, she reminds you of a jewel, the kind found in the city's most precious, most protected treasure vaults. Stunning at first glimpse, yet she grows even more exquisite the more you stare. Hers is a stunning sight amidst the crowd, her hair shimmering in a blend of rich violet tones; a flourishment of silken locks that curl at her waist, drawing the eye in a way you cannot explain.Her arms are laden with flowers, an elegant gathering blossoming against her arms, yet they still seem to pale in comparison to her. There’s something about the way her scales sparkle beneath the desert sun, that makes her skin look as jewel-encrusted as the elegant pendants that hang across her horns. She reminds you somewhat of a butterfly, bedazzled as she is, with the way her hair fans and twirls out behind her, long, glimmering tresses left to sway wild and free.You can hear her voice from the next stall over, tones soft and melodic as she smiles at something the merchant she bargains with has said. Her skin is aflush with the heat from the sweltering sun, yet her maroon eyes yet sparkle with joy. She seems kind, gentle, earnest even, as she beams at the merchant's youngest daughter, who hides behind her father's legs, yet gazes still with wonder-struck eyes. She bows her head to her, and the simple act is reminiscent of something noble. A royal queen humbled, pleading with her subjects to be at ease.Perhaps it is because of how she is regarded, the Warrior of Light heralded as someone brilliant and without compare. As certainly, she looks the part. Yet her every expression lingers something lovely, and gentle, and warm. Yet in a moment, it would resonate as something more.“Kyriel? Are you ready?”Your head perks up as you hear a young man call to her, a male miqo’te, with hair and eyes as bright as crimson, his own hands laden to the brim with his own arrangement of purchases. He smiles at her with something that rings of tenderness and wonder and love, and upon catching sight of him, the young Raen smiles just as warmly back.“Yes, I’m coming! Thank you for your time.” She says, before turning to the merchant and offers him a faint bow. And yet to the younger, she stops and she stills. She smiles—and extends a flower.One of bright magenta, rimmed with shades of vivid pink. The same hue of her eyes, a recreation crafted in brilliant form.“For you, little one.” She tells the younger girl. “Until next time.”And you watch as she takes the gift gingerly in hand, a sense of wonder to the act. Cradles it as though it were the most precious of jewels before she utters a soft thank you in return. To which the warrior merely smiles and turns back, crossing those few steps until she was once more at the young man's side, as he smiles at her, and she does the same—And it is clearest there, that they are in love."Let's go?" He prompts her."Let's."The air of warmth to her presence permeates the bazaar even as she leaves, making that soft spring day seem so muchbrighter in the wake of her grace.They would be most blessed should they be honored by her presence again