Summery: Sinbad has found another general, will she join him and the other eight generals on their adventures.
OC description: Kalyme, roughly 5"3' 110 pounds. Brown eyes, light pink hair, mid back length.
Clothing : black bra/bandeau, Silver breast plate, with attached shoulder armor. Brown shorts with pockets, thigh high stockings. Silver hip armor. Loose brown boots. Water gourds hang from straps on hip armor/belt.
Magican with healing abilities.
It was daybreak, the first signs of light were dancing across the land. Kalyme's eyes fluttered open slowly as the sunlight played around her face. She sat up and brushed her soft pink hair back before filling her lungs with the cool Sindrian air. Something about it always made her feel more at ease, it was always fresh and smelled of the sea. Kalyme stretched and got out of bed. She always slept better in Sindria, whether it was the cool, crisp air, or the sinfully soft beds, she would never know. Facing the dressing table, she puts her hair into her usual side braid, her fringe escaping as it normally did. She frowned looking at her chest in the mirror, her scar to be precise. She had tried healing it before, but it never helped the scar fade. Pushing the thoughts out of her head she decides to dress. Normally her attire is simple, but when she stayed in Sindria she prefered to wear more robes, donning a set of feminine white robes and adding a gold filigree waist cincher to complete the Sindrian style.
She is startled by a knock at the door, she really should be used to it by now. The familiar face of Ja'far greeted her. "Good morning Kalyme, King Sinbad requests your presence." he said with a slightly cheerful tone, his tone was usually cheerful around her. She nodded and followed him out of her room. He escorted her down the hall, the sound of their footsteps echoing eerily off the walls and ceiling. After a few minutes of walking, she found herself face to face with a grand ornate door. She had the same anxious feeling she had the last time she had entered a dungeon. Shaking her head a bit, she swallowed her fear and opened the doors.
"Ah Kalyme, nice to see you again! I hope your voyage to Sindria was fine as usual." Sinbad's voice filled the room almost instantly. "Please have a seat anywhere, and we will begin our meeting." he said with a content tone. She noticed that both Pisti and Masrur were both already seated around the table, with Ja'far taking the seat next to Sinbad.
"Hey now Ja'far, how do you know I didn't want to sit there?" Kalyme jested at him. Sadly her attempts at catching him off guard failed, even if it did elicit a few laughs from the others at the table. "Oh well," she began, "I guess you just love to deny the King an opportunity to sit next to a fair maiden." Kalyme had to make one more joke before taking the seat closest to her. Upon sitting she felt the pit in her stomach growing more, she didn't even know why she was nervous.
She noticed Sinbad beginning to speak and trained her focus on him instead of her nerves. "Friends, we've been on many adventures together! Well today I want to formally invite you, Kalyme, to share all of our adventures to comes." Kalyme jaw dropped open, partially from shock and partially from a lack of words. "That is why I, Sinbad, High King of the Seven Seas, and King of Sindria formally invite you to join my Eight Generals." Her mouth continued to gape throughout the entire conversation.
"I-I don't really kn-know what to say…" Kalyme stutters out, "I am i-incredibly honored." She fans her face slightly with her hands, trying to calm herself down.
"I know that you've been a traveler since before we met, but you always seem to make your way back to Sindria. You wouldn't have to stay here by any means, this just means you are allied with The Seven Seas Alliance and Sindria." Sinbads tone was reassuring, but it didn't really seem to help calm kalyme down at all.
"Plus it will be like you're part of our family," Pisti added in, interrupting Sinbad,"not that you aren't already part of it, but you know what I mean." She smiled at Kalyme, hoping to influence her decision. She had always like Kalyme, her attitude and personality were far different than other magicians she had met.
"Being part of the Eight Generals is a great honor, I hope that you will accept." Ja'far's voice was steady and cool, very calming to Kalyme's ears. She looked around the table at all of the faces staring back at her, each one had a slightly eager glint in their eyes. Kalyme knew that this was a great honor, but it also weighed heavily on her mind, this was a huge decision for her. 'Would my alliance to Sindria stop me from being able to heal citizens of other countries? Would I still be the Wandering Healer or just Sinbad's ninth general?'
Kalyme took a deep breath, the cool Sindrian air filling her lungs, the calming effect was almost instantaneous. "It would be my honor to join your Generals, King Sinbad," she replies calmly, "I do wish to continue my healing practices in other cities and countries as well, if that is okay with you." Kalyme gently placed her hands on the table, again taking a deep breath.
"I can agree to your request Kalyme, I find honor in healing those in need. It would be unfair to them to deny you that request. With that being said, I am incredibly happy to have you as my newest general." Sinbad always had this way of putting her mind at ease, since the day they met until now. "Well I'd say that this calls for a celebration, Ja'far make plans for a feast in Kalyme's honor to celebrate her joining the Eight Generals. Oh and Ja'far, don't forget the wine." Sinbad said, almost singing the word 'wine'.
Pisti leapt from her seat, throwing her arms around Kalyme's shoulders, squealing with excitement. "I was worried you wouldn't want to join up, but I am really glad you did." She could hear Ja'far and Sinbad arguing over wines and food in the background, making her smile. She had made the right decision.