The non-ginger Claith is quite the oddity: amongst the men of the Black Emerald Isle such hair colors are seen as "markings of the blood", placed within the life of a family by some wandering elf-pixie for a mysterious, hitherto unknown purpose. Black is the sign of the pallbearer, quick in glory and just as quick in death, leaving an inkblot among their fellow villagers to write from for generations onward. Brown is the sign of the hermit, so drawn to the Earth that their lives are intimately drawn to it, forgotten by the minds of men but enshrined among their holy saviors.
Blonde is somewhat different. It's a sign of closeness and attunement with the long-gone Nelfin, a curse of ambition and "prideful blood" that drags a Claith's heels for as long as it persists.
The Mharanna, young in name though they may have been, have had blondeness persist among at least one of their offspring for as long as they've lived. In such a small village as Glaserhac, this would inspire any number of rumors, no matter the great deeds such a family may have committed. The Mharanna silver tongue set such rumors into a firm origin story.
As told by Cuhliann (the lying, bloodsucking fraud he may be), the first in the family with blonde hair was his grandfather Brinna, the first of the Mharannas. Prior to his arrival to Glaserhac: he hadn't a blonde hair on his body and lived the life of the wandering Capa trapper. His was a bachelor's life, with not a family nor a village to tie him down, living in the wilds and making his home in jewel-encrusted caves.
Then, at thirty, when youth had just begun to slip away from his Elf-given breath, he dreamed of the largest Capa heard he'd ever seen, traveling west, towards the setting sun. In the midst of them stood a woman, as fair-haired as the clouds, her ears pointed and her beauty indescribable--a Siogha, an Altalar of old, descended from the heavens. She pointed and beckoned for him, not a word on her lips.
So, when Brinna had awoken, he ran at a manic pace west, towards where the goddess's finger had pointed. Over a grassy glade sat the herd of his dreams, frozen in time and place, all with their eyes focused on the shore. The moment he'd drawn his tanning knife the Capa lept off--and so Brinna gave chase, stumbling and abandoning that which had made him a wanderer, from his worn tent to his much-rained upon hood.
When Brinna finally caught up to the herd, he grabbed a hold of one at the very back. It was blindingly white and far slower than any of the others. The chase had so honed in his focus that he scarcely noticed that he'd fallen into the middle of tiny Glaserhac. As he raised his knife to strike, the Capa transformed, into that fairest of goddesses he'd seen in his dreams. She embraced him, whispered in her godly tongue, and vanished, as with all of the other rabbits--as soon as Brinna, exhausted and half-slumped over, caught sight of his reflection in the pebble-shored coast, he'd found himself turned blond.
Blonde is somewhat different. It's a sign of closeness and attunement with the long-gone Nelfin, a curse of ambition and "prideful blood" that drags a Claith's heels for as long as it persists.
The Mharanna, young in name though they may have been, have had blondeness persist among at least one of their offspring for as long as they've lived. In such a small village as Glaserhac, this would inspire any number of rumors, no matter the great deeds such a family may have committed. The Mharanna silver tongue set such rumors into a firm origin story.
As told by Cuhliann (the lying, bloodsucking fraud he may be), the first in the family with blonde hair was his grandfather Brinna, the first of the Mharannas. Prior to his arrival to Glaserhac: he hadn't a blonde hair on his body and lived the life of the wandering Capa trapper. His was a bachelor's life, with not a family nor a village to tie him down, living in the wilds and making his home in jewel-encrusted caves.
Then, at thirty, when youth had just begun to slip away from his Elf-given breath, he dreamed of the largest Capa heard he'd ever seen, traveling west, towards the setting sun. In the midst of them stood a woman, as fair-haired as the clouds, her ears pointed and her beauty indescribable--a Siogha, an Altalar of old, descended from the heavens. She pointed and beckoned for him, not a word on her lips.
So, when Brinna had awoken, he ran at a manic pace west, towards where the goddess's finger had pointed. Over a grassy glade sat the herd of his dreams, frozen in time and place, all with their eyes focused on the shore. The moment he'd drawn his tanning knife the Capa lept off--and so Brinna gave chase, stumbling and abandoning that which had made him a wanderer, from his worn tent to his much-rained upon hood.
When Brinna finally caught up to the herd, he grabbed a hold of one at the very back. It was blindingly white and far slower than any of the others. The chase had so honed in his focus that he scarcely noticed that he'd fallen into the middle of tiny Glaserhac. As he raised his knife to strike, the Capa transformed, into that fairest of goddesses he'd seen in his dreams. She embraced him, whispered in her godly tongue, and vanished, as with all of the other rabbits--as soon as Brinna, exhausted and half-slumped over, caught sight of his reflection in the pebble-shored coast, he'd found himself turned blond.
"So now yae see t'ae calluses me blood's given me. T'was built to be a god, I was!"
