Lani Anahita

Lani is the second oldest out of four children, all boys, besides herself. Her father, who was a dashingly (though almost femininely) handsome bookshop keeper from the elven village he was born and raised. This was the same village his father had been born and raised, and his father before him. His family did not take too kindly when he, unlike all his predecessors, fell for someone who was not also an elf. Though, they took great comfort when they found out that she was a fairy.
Ashe had been walking home from the bookshop, and was crossing the field of green grass as the sky rapidly turned to dusk. The trees seemed to whisper as the wind shook their leaves, and the field itself looked as if it were glowing a soft, warm green. It gave him a feeling he could only recognize as being home.
He fell for her voice, first. She was a horrible singer, but boy, did she put feeling into it. Then it was her eyes, bright olive green and twinkling with the type of mischief you really only see within a child. Yet, there was a knowing there, when those bright green eyes of hers met his, then wide and in awe, silver iris’s. She looked directly into him, and turned bright red when she realized he had heard her sing. That was their first argument, and from then on, they knew they were only ever each others.
Despite his adoration for her bouncing strawberry-blonde curls, and her trilling laugh (he could listen to it all day), her never once asked her to wed him, nor did he ask her to stay. He knew that she was much too loyal, much too dedicated to her sisters in the faewild, and would not dare break their trust. He not only admired that about her, but it was the thing he favored most about her. Her loyalty was undying, and he trusted her when she would say that she had never taken another lover.
Her mother would stay in the village from the periods of conception of the children, to birth, and then when they could finally toddle, she would return home, only visiting intermittently, to say hello to her love, and to admonish her children with gifts, praise, and the promise of protection and a beautiful, beautiful future.
Lani loved her mother more than she loved the rain (or dancing in it, which was her favorite childhood game to play with her best friend). Her favorite thing was making her laugh. Lani would rant and rave about her best friend, saying how one day they would live together too and be a family with her mama and papa in the faewild. Sylvia, Lani’s mother, would laugh, because little Lani obviously didn’t understand the implication of that, or that they could not live with her in the faewild. But she would laugh along happily with her adorable little Lani-mouse, as much as all the love in the little girl’s heart hurt her very soul. Lani always said that her laugh sounded like bells. Because of this, Lani’s father would give her bells every year for her birthday. She loved the bells, despite her inability to find the perfect rhythm for them. Lani’s father taught her songs to sing for her mother, and though her voice was much more pleasant to the ears to hear, it was still.. subpar. But her mother loved the songs and the lyrics Lani’ diligently wrote, along with the little chimes of the bells as she’d dance around the library for her parents.
Sooner or later, Lani’s brothers would join along, singing and laughing, taking in the peaceful sense of home that having a whole family brought them.
At ten years old, Lani’s father did not return from his trip to bring Lani a new bell from a distant land. Lani took it upon herself to care for her brothers, as her relatives were much too distant and a bit too self-involved to bother checking in. While this infuriated Lani’s mother, Lani and the boys would convince her to leave the matter be. Lani’s oldest brother, Rowan, claiming it would be bad business for the bookshop, and seeing as he’s taken it over, it would be bad business for him.
Their mother always backed down, and would give them kisses and honeysuckle before having to return to the faewild.
Sylvia would always ask Rowan how her “Lani-mouse” was holding up. She was always so worried, saying the girl was much too gentle, much too delicate for the real world. Her heart was too kind, her soul too loving. The girl would be a perfect homemaker, but nothing else. She wouldn’t be able to make it on her own.
But their mother only knew her own little girl. She did not know of the Lani would viciously fought tooth and nail in the field by their house when someone threatened Erichthoneus, even though he definitely didn’t need her to defend him, and “Why the hell would you do that, Lani? Now you’re bleeding!”
She did not know the Lani who nearly brained an intruder with her old baby’s-first-fiddle, who she then later found out was her grandpa. (Rowan was very happy Lani had missed the very clear shot.)
By the time Lani’s youngest brothers, Crowe and Thorne (fifteen and sixteen, respectively), decided they wanted to go become adventurers, Rowan had fallen head over heels for a human girl. While this upset what little family they had on their elf side to interact with, Lani and their mother adored the girl.
Lani decided to give them this time to make the old house their home, leaving out fresh bread and a jar of rosemary honey for her mother on the table by the front door, along with a note reading:
“Dear mama,
Big Brother and Stella are going to make this house their home, and Crowe and Thorne have left home to find greatness within themselves and the world. I don’t want to stay in this house and be reminded of the world passing me by. I’m going to go find Erich, and I’m going to find out what happened to papa. I am going to have a family one day, mama. I want you to be part of it. I’m going to make a life for myself. I love you, mama. One day I’ll come see you. Me, the boys, papa, and maybe even Erich.
Yours truly,
With a pack full of instruments and her head full of verses, Lani hit the ground running and never dared to look back.