Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

Imagine a human girl who has the height of about an eight year old child. This is a recollection about a evening when she still lived at home before being found and taken in at Khelben's tower as a student. Who she is speaking to in her recalled memory would only be known by Vino and perhaps Sayiel

...Why are you crying? Oh...I see. Come closer and let me see your hands....why haven't they given you your healing potion yet?

I wasn't....I wasn't able to play what I practiced without making any mistakes...father says my knuckles scabbing over will remind me not to mess up and not be stupid...

Little girl if you would tell them about me they would see your talents are far greater than being a musician. I realize you are scared but you must try to make them see.

No! They would never believe me and they would throw you out in to the cold streets...then then I wouldn't have a friend

I understand....when your ready. It hurts to see you like this...your father he is much different from others of your blood....did your family always live in this human place?

How should..how should I know? I'm afraid to talk to him..afraid he will strike me for having to hear or see me and my imperfections. He says it's dumb little girls like me are why we are grey elves. Can I read the book you brought me now? I love the pirate stories...no one treats them mean and..they always find pretty treasures with lots of jewels like the ones the dragons have!

It's under your pillow..and of course you can read it. The old woman at the library in your city does not even realize any of them are missing yet...I really should collect and put the others back...the ones you finished already....

Celestia?....Already lost on the new ship your reading about I see. We'll summon me again later...you're smarter than your parents will ever know

A long time ago before any training, mindflayers or even any knowledge of who or what a Halaster or Black Staff is a little elf girl just before her ninth birthday snuck into the attic of her home with a little rabbit she could speak to without needing to open her mouth. You need to be quieter Celestia! (She heard in her mind) Sorry it's just my first time up here. Look at the fancy dress and robe with elven written on it! It looks like it was made for a lady. Do you think it was mother's! (She looked at the rabbit and exclaimed vocally). Maybe. I do not think your father wears dresses. If he does should I bite a hole in it? (Snuffles asked trying to make her laugh). Like you did to my pillow? Hey what is in here (she walks over to a chest and does her best to open it revealing a ornate leather bound book. She lifted it out and put it on the floor after moving toward the only window with a ray of moonlight shining through. She opened it slowly). Snuffles what is a cantrip? (Celestia slowly moved her hand over the elven script) they are small wizard spells (he told her as the little girls faced showed an innocent smile and curiosity). Help me with ummm this one. This one is really short. Please Snuffles please! (Her little amber eyes almost seemed to shine in wonder as she moved her white ponytail behind her head and shoulders) Ok ok what does it say (the familiar asked) "Cum haec manus voco globus illuminet via mea". ( With these hands I call the globe to illuminate the way). *After about four or five trys Celestia manages to conjure a small yellow ball of light in between her hands. Her eyes wide in breathless wonder an amazement. She had seen a wizard or two in the streets of Waterdeep with globes of light floating about them in the evening and early mornings from outside her bedroom window* I did it I really did it! She spoke in a hushed voice as she playfully smiled and giggled. Look Snuffles I casted the spell from mommies spell book! (After around 5 minutes of tossing the globe of light up an down and what would seem like a candle flickering in the attic window outside Celestia put everything away where she had found it. She went tiptoeing back to her bedroom and slipped into reverie. The five minutes of play had felt like a tend day. For the first time in months Celestia was happy and the fear of her father's reed slapping over her hands was gone. Had she looked in the mirror little tears of joy had unknowingly found their way to her cheeks.

As she would have appeared at nine years old




Snuffles circa Blackstaff Tower. Celestia is fifteen when she asked another apprentice to paint him

Alesana AriVon . Her mother. Died in child birth. She had eyes of the deepest of amber
https://imgur.com/a/WxC7mxz (Wizard Alesana. time shown unknown but before she met her husband)


Ayvon AriVon, playwright and bard. He blamed his only child for his wife's death. Died from a chronic weakening of his heart. There was a rumor within the family that his great-great grandfather was a wizard in service of Auril. It was never confirmed.