A Padawan Potluck [Padawan Clans]

[Eyna]

[member="Alva Heavenshield"]

Crap, she was messing it up from the get-go. There was a smile there, but Eyna had seen smiles like it before. And that name, the Heavenshield name, caused Eyna’s stoneface to crack into something somewhat resembling someone who was surprised. The name did scratch at the back of the mind her still, but something inside of her in the last few days had seemed to calm her.

A moment of silence passed. Why did the conversation go quiet…

“Oh!” Eyna exclaimed and cleared her throat. “Right. I am Eyna. I think. Maybe. I- I don’t know.”

And that was the truth. The name Eyna was more of something chosen out of convenience, whether or not that was her actual name remained very much up for debate. The girl stepped aside to look over in the direction that Alva was looking only to find herself looking in the direction of Thurion and the other children.

“It’s a long story.” Technically not, but it certainly was one of those that ought to be. Eyna considered what to share. Alva’s last name was Heavenshield, so it wasn’t all that unlikely that Eyna would run into her again, right? Unless Heavenshield was a common name amidst the Silvers. Though she was fairly certain that it wasn’t. “I was offered to stay on Midvinter by Master Coci while we try to work through it.”

“Are you one of the students here?” The stoneface that Eyna had put on seemed to crack just a little more as she gave the other girl a genuinely curious look over. “You don’t seem to have one of those little tags on you.”

 

[Jamie Lysle]

The flustered look on the young Jedi was plain as day as she awkwardly wandered through the crowd, her excitement for finally getting to join the Silver Jedi turned against her as she found herself unable to barge into any conversations. Jamie might have idealized how her joining the Order would go down too much, her mind wandering to her brother teasing her about freezing up in such a moment.

Truthfully the younger Lysle was far less extroverted then her brother, and struggled in such scenarios. She had also abandoned Kiegan due to his obnoxiousness, so now she was roaming the hall alone.

Can't be that hard... Kiegan makes it look easy.

Teeth began to chew her cheeks as she unfairly compared herself to her brother, a weird mixture of envy and annoyance towards the idiot. Still she should at least try to introduce herself to someone, her eyes unsure as they wandered around the hall in search of someone to talk to. Suddenly however, the Hapan felt at ease as her eyes laid to rest on an almost comically pink figure.

It was a strange sight to the girl who had only spent her life among her native people but something about this luminescent woman made Jamie feel at ease, her confidence emerging finally as she strode towards [member="Nida Perl"].

"Ummm...." The confidence didn't last long when she realized she didn't have anything to say. "G-greetings, Master Jedi." Jamie stumbled over her words as she bowed towards the Zeltron, still unsure about who gets what honours. "Have you had a chance to try any of the food the others brought?" Her blue eyes wavered as she gave the easiest conversation piece she could, the smell of food helping guide her along.

 

[Thora Heavenshield]

“This is Milla, we only just met!”, but that was all it took to be friends sometimes, especially with children. The idea of tucking into the food was a good idea and no arguments came from Thora. There was so much wonderful food and some of it she had never seen before let alone tasted and she wanted to try them all.

But before they moved, [member="Sigyn Vanir"] approached, a young girl she had first met in lesson a few weeks ago and had seen around the padawan campus. “Hello Siggy, good to see you too!”, Thora replied with great excitement.

Siggy was older, and had different quarters to Thora, so they did not socialise like with the others around her own age. “This is Siggy, she is from Midvinter Grandpapa. Did you know?”. Grandparents know everything right?

Once the greetings were over, Thora took up Milla’s hand and led her to the table, Grandpapa was talking to Siggy for the moment, but the food beckoned, and her stomach answered with a growl. But there was no time for good food, she got plenty of that at home and on normal days in the padawan mess hall. Jedi can be very strict that way some times, as was her mother.

She could smell Aunty Val’s apple pie from all the way across the room, and Thora’s mind worked on a plan to get it without anyone noticing. Aunty Val was a legend with it came to baking. However, some short crust biscuits caught her attention, they were dipped in chocolate and fresh from the oven, and in short time Thora was munching on one.

“Try these Milla, they are yummy”, she sat down on the long seat that ran along the long table and waited for them to join her.

[member="Milla Caranthyr"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] ​

 

[Alva Heavenshield]

“Eyna,” Alva repeated, but blinked when the girl seemed uncertain of her own name. And then nodded when [member="Eyna"] remarked that it was a long story. However, her eyes brightened at the mention of 'Master Coci' and Midvinter.

“Really?” she asked, canting her head to the side. “Midvinter, that's where I'm from.” Alva said proudly, a smile on her face. “And Coci is my grandmother.”

My, my... what a small galaxy. Well, not really—Alva found it amusing that her family ties even brought others together here. Not wanting to be rude, but also not wanting to leave her plate so full, she took a bite of a biscuit—the very same that Thora had found—and listened as Eyna posted her with a question.

“Oh. I'm not really a student here, not officially,” Alva said. She had yet to really embrace the ways of the Jedi, not that she was reluctant to do so, but she felt... conflicted. She was a bit caught between two worlds and two different ways of life. But, as she glanced towards her grandfather, she knew it was possible, somehow. He made it work.

“I'm just here visiting, really,” she added. “But, I'll be going back to Midvinter with my grandfather soon.” Alva motioned towards Thurion. “You should try these biscuits, they're great.” Alva held out her plate towards Eyna. “And what about you? Are you training with my grandmother?”

 

[Ura Iolar]

Ura looked at Reggie, nodding when he asked if she had brought the rolls. He then walked over to try one. The Lervon honestly expected to worse, but she was soon meet by a smile from her friend. He said that he could tell they were from somewhere good, and that he appreciated them. She seemed to calm down some, becoming happier at hearing that.

"Thank you. I... I'm glad you liked them." Reggie then talked about the fact that Ura didn't really have to wear her robes. It wasn't required, and noting that she should try to be comfortable since this was for everyone to have fun. Regie then took off his own robes to prove the point folding the and placing them at his side. The Lervon looked down at her own robes, thinking for maybe a second before she shifted out of the robes. She reformed behind them and folded the clothing up, similar to what Reggie had done.

"You don't know how much better this feels," She said, clearly a lot more comfortable now. A happy sense would come from her now, though she was still nervous. At least she was comfortable now. Then Reggie said that if she had trouble talking to the others, she could always talk to him, or that if she didn't feel comfortable, she could just go ahead and leave. Reggie then said she was the life of the party. Ura chuckled a little, a hint of embarrassment leaking through as she spoke.

"Thanks, Reggie. Not sure I'd say I'm the life of the party, but you've definitely helped me feel a bit more... comfortable."

[member="Reggie Faayare"]

 

[Reggie Faayare]

Reggie could tell he had succeeded in helping Ura feel more comfortable. The nervousness may not completely disappear, but it was a start.

"Good, I'm glad I was able to help!"

With that, Reggie remembered that he needed to speak with Master Rigel again. He still wanted to ask about becoming his clans prefect, even if it would have to be a consideration for the future. Knowing what went into being a prefect would help him with reaching the goal of becoming one.

"Now, I must see Master Rigel and meet a few of the people I haven't seen before. If you need anything, let me know."

With that, Reggie grabbed another roll and started looking for [member="Celeste Rigel"]. After finishing his roll, he walked towards the Jedi Master.

"Hello again Master Rigel. I had some questions about the position of Clan Prefect, the main one being if I would qualify for that position now, even though I'm a Padawan?"

Again, Reggie was certain the answer would be know. It doesn't hurt to ask though and he wanted to gain more information than that otherwise.

"Also, what would be the duties of the Clan Prefect? Teaching everday? Making sure the Padawan's don't get into trouble or danger? What skills are you looking for?"

The interest Reggie had was clear. Even if he couldn't become his clans Prefect now, he would strive for the position later.

[member="Ura Iolar"]

 

[Nida Perl]

By now, Nida had nearly completed her preliminary lap around the table. Now she had a plan of attack. She’d just placed a piece of corn on the cob on her plate when someone rather close to her had addressed a Master Jedi. Nida glanced to one side, then the other, wondering where this Master was. When she’d found non, the Zeltron straightened and did a full head-turn to find that she was alone, aside from the young blonde standing beside her.

“…Master Jedi?” She pointed to herself, looking at the blonde for confirmation, anxiety swelling in case she’d been mistaken. In fact, Nida regretted speaking almost instantly because there’s no way that she could have been mistaken for a Master. Masters were wise and powerful, Nida was but a meek student of the Force. Unfortunately, it seemed that she had not been mistaken this time.

“Oh.” She paused, shoulders dropping, wondering what to say next. “Oh.” How insightful, Master Perl.

“I’m not a…um, I’m a Padawan. My name is Nida.” She offered the girl a nervous smile before pointing to the platter of shortbread cookies with chocolate coating. “I haven’t sampled anything yet, but I see everyone eating these!” In fact, she reached for one herself.

[member="Jamie Lysle"]

 

[Celeste Rigel]

Celeste watched the crowd mingling and smiled. This was exactly what she'd hope for; food and friends. Now that she'd set the meeting in motion, she moved towards the refreshment table to grab a bite for herself. There were many lovely dishes, including a bantha stew and vegetable soup, both of which looked warm and inviting. But before she could decide, she happened to notice young Alva Heavenshield out of the corner of her eyes. Goodness, the girl looked just like her mother.

The voice of [member="Reggie Faayare"] drew her attention, and she turned slightly to address him. “Ah, yes,” she started, smiling. “The duties of Clan Prefect would mainly be to provide assistance to new members and help them get settled. However, I am also looking for individuals that can rally their clan and organize get togethers – this could be training, social, or even trips away from Silver Rest.”

The healer paused to pour herself a glass of punch and offered one to Reggie.

“And I would be delighted if you would be the Begruufta Prefect,” Celeste said, nodding. “You are a Padawan, yes, but you have demonstrated that you are an enthusiastic and helpful member and I'd be happy to let you try.” Canting her head, she looked at Reggie. “What do you say?”

 

[Reggie Faayare]

Reggie listened attentively as Master Rigel told him about the duties of a Clan Prefect, taking in the information and weighing them against his thoughts. The Reggie a few years ago wouldn't have believed he could handle such responsibilities and put himself down. For who he was now though, Reggie believed he could take on the responsibility and rise to the occasion, at least when he could take the position.

When offered a glass of punch, Reggie accepted and gave a nod of thanks. What came next suprised the Padawan. Master Rigel offered the position to him, something he didn't expect. His eyes went wide in suprise, which was then replaced with a determined and confident expression.

"I say yes, I'd be honored to be the Begruufta Prefect."

For once in quite awhile, Reggie felt like he had made a decision that would help others. He felt like this was his chance to help the order and those who preside within.

"I'll make sure to get to work as soon as I can. Thank you!"

Reggie smiled with appreciation.

[member="Celeste Rigel"]

 

[Eyna]

[member="Alva Heavenshield"]

Alva was a Heavenshield, came from Midvinter, and called Coci her grandmother. The picture couldn’t get much clearer than that. It was a welcome revelation, if a bit peculiar. Out of all people that Eyna had chosen it was the grandchild of her new Overseer. And while technically neither of them were students here the circumstances for it was most likely vastly different, or so Eyna hoped. Something about the idea of one of the Heavenshields having tried to supplant Alva’s memories with one of their own was something Eyna didn’t quite want to consider. Naturally she did, but she didn’t want to.

As Alva extended her plate Eyna couldn’t help but look at it in confusion. She had just met Eyna, yet she was handing out what was hers. A cautious hand reached out to grab one of the biscuits off of the plate and withdrew it back towards her chest without eating it just yet. Trust was hard to do. When it came to giving and receiving trust, well, she wasn’t the most experienced. It had been a transaction made out of necessity, but the more time that Eyna had spent with the Silvers the more she thought herself to understand the concept.

All in all, everything was a big stride away from the person she had been in her cell on Eliad.

“I don’t know if we’ll be training.” Eyna said and looked up from her biscuit at Alva. “I am not permitted training until I can control myself. It’s… A struggle.”

Undoubtedly, anyone with a figment of ability to sense others in the force would notice the dark surrounding Eyna. A turmoil rumbled below the surface of her skin and within the strayed ends of her tangled up mind. With each day that passed it seemed that each attempt to untangle it was as likely to tighten it as it was to loosen it all up.

With a hesitant lift towards her lips, Eyna took the smallest of bites into the biscuit and her eyes went wide before she took another bite, and then another. Sugary sweet with brilliant texture unlike anything the Eyna had tasted before. Granted, ‘before’ was roughly a month or two ago. At least as far as Eyna could remember if she tried. This was, for all intents and purposes, the first biscuit that she had ever had.

“This is amazing.” Eyna said and pulled away her half-eaten biscuit to look at it. “How… How would someone make this?”

Eyna’s green eyes seemed to warm up with an unfamiliar glow. Or at least so it felt to her.

“Did you make these?”

 

[Milla Caranthyr]

Milla took Thurion's large hand in her much smaller one and returned the handshake. He might have been imposing, but he was nice and it even seemed to radiate through the force from him. "Hi, I'm Milla."

Then Thurion suggested that the three of them go get some food. Milla was actually quite hungry and food sounded really good right now, especially with all the food that was around them. It was then that Sigyn Vanir showed up and introduced herself to Thurion. Milla had met the older girl before and gave her a small smile and wave. This introduction was left to the adults, however, as Thora grabbed Milla's hand and pulled her towards the tables loaded with food.

There was so much that Milla didn't even know where to begin. She took the biscuit dipped in chocolate from Thora and took a bite. "That is good!" Milla scooted down thethe table a little and found what looked like brownies with a white frosting on them. She grabbed two and handed one to her new friend Thora. "These look good."

[member="Thora Heavenshield"]
[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]
[member="Sigyn Vanir"]

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

As the two little girls moved on to choose among the many baked goods, [member="Sigyn Vanir"] stood before the old Jedi and did her best to not look nervous. This late into his lifelong career, it was hardly an isolated incident that young aspiring padawans approached him for guidance, or sometimes just a chance to share words with him. In his younger years it made him feel awkward and even uncomfortable that so many would flock to him, even during his tenure as Grandmaster; he felt undeserving of such attention, for there were many older and wiser Jedi than he frequenting the then-capital world of Voss. Now in his later years, he'd simply grown used to it. The decision to move to Midvinter and settle down had done next to nothing to diminish his "celebrity status", it would seem.

"Greetings, young lady," he bowed his head to her. "The honour is mine, to meet another of our kind so far from the homeland." At the mention of Thora, he turned to watch his granddaughter and Milla try their hand at several different goodies. "I am glad she seems to get on well with her fellow little ones." Not that she'd ever had trouble making friends like most children do growing up. "'Siggy'..." he recalled the name Thora had used and eyed the redheaded girl. "I bet you anything that's short for something," his lips curled into a smirk.

"Please, join us, Siggy," he then offered, gesturing towards the tables of baked goods. When stood before the wide range of biscuits, buns and cakes, the first thing he noted was how tiny the plates were. When placed in his palm it resembled more a tiny saucer. A disapproving frown graced his lips, but soon vanished when he found a solution. "Yes, this will do nicely," he said and put the stacks of plates aside to scoop up the large tray hidden underneath with a hearty chuckle.

He presented the empty tray to [member="Thora Heavenshield"] and [member="Milla Caranthyr"] with a mischievous grin. "Here, quick! Fill this up with a bit of everything," he urged them on, glancing over his shoulder to lend credence to their naughty antics, all for the entertainment of the little ones. "You too, Siggy, come on!"

The tray was soon filled with several of each sort, forming a pyramid-like pile with the risk of spilling over. "Good job, everyone! Now quickly - find a spot for us to sit!"

 

[Jamie Lysle]

"Oh!" The word coming out far louder than she wanted, face brightening somewhat as she hoped she didn't offend. "I apologize, I thought that all Jed-"

Jamie cut herself off, trying to sort out her words through her flustered thoughts. She had thought that every Jedi was supposed to be referred to as "Master". Did she hear wrong as a child? Had she insulted the poor girl in front of her?

She began to panic further as the girl's shoulders dropped, even the light air around the pink skinned girl began to feel dense as she let out a second "Oh". An opportunity made it's way out for the younger Lysle as the Zeltron introduced herself, before reaching towards some shortbread lying on the table.

"Those sound wonderful!" The Hapan let her sweet tooth push through her awkwardness, her manners slipping away as she looked for a way to distract herself.

It was most accurate to describe Jamie's process of eating the snack as stuffing it in her face, not taking the time to appreciate the taste as she wolfed it down. Fortunately for the Jedi hopeful, filling her stomach somewhat helped Jamie calm down as the air began to lighten once again. Taking a short second to wonder why that was before remembering her manners.

"Oh, I'm sorry Mast-" Her voice caught the word before she made another mistake, taking a quick breath before trying again. "Sorry Nida." An easier smile growing across Jamie's face as she got it correct. "I'm Jamie Lysle, me and my brother were invited to join the Order after you helped save us on Hapes." Pride managed to cut through her stuttering, talking about her dream to join the Jedi was always a way to calm her down. "We're still clanless unfortunately, but hopefully we can sort that out today!"

[member="Nida Perl"]

 

[Thora Heavenshield]

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"Grandpapa! we can't do that?!", yes they could and Thora's eyes lit up with the idea. After taking the tray and between them all it was soon filled to spilling over point. She kept an eye on Master [member="Celeste Rigel"], just in case they got in trouble, well Grandpapa would get in trouble, after all it was his idea.

The tray was heavy with goodies, and between Milla and herself it was difficult to carry but they managed. Find a place by the wall at the back so not to be spotted with their 'spoils of war', the small group sat down to eat their fill. Already Thora's stomach was expanding and she was starting to feel unwell but it was a good unwell and filled with sugar.

So much for sandwiches.

It got to the point where her body could not take any more sugary things and she stopped patting her stomach in satisfaction. Thora looked up into her grandpapa's face with a smile, "My tummy is the same size as yours now and you have crumbs in your beard", she teased him with a grin. She looked over to Milla and Siggy to see if they fared any better.

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Milla Caranthyr"] | [member="Sigyn Vanir"] ​

 

[Alva Heavenshield]

Alva watched as Eyna took a biscuit. The other girl seemed cautious or hesitant, prompting Alva to look down at her plate again, too. Everything looked fine. She continued to eat as daintily as she could, though she was actually really hungry. She gave a nod to Eyna. “Well, if you do start training, grandma's great—you'll be in good hands.”

She wasn't quite sure what to make of the comment about self-control. But Alva didn't want to pry. Her own senses were keen—if unrefined—but she could tell that Eyna's presence was... different. Of course, different wasn't necessarily bad. Alva noted how the other girl's face seemed to light up when she tasted the biscuit. “See?” she said, smiling.

“Hmm,” Alva lifted a new biscuit to examine and took a bite before blushing sheepishly. “No, I didn't make these. I'm not sure how these are made... but we'd just need a recipe if we wanted to find out.”

Her mother was the baker, maybe she would know how. Alva herself was more of a kitchen helper, she rolled dough out or cut biscuits... but she didn't know how to make them. Her eyes shifted towards the table of food. “I don't really know how to make anything like this, my mother made something for me to bring.” Alva pointed towards the apple pie. “But, who knows, maybe we can find the person that brought these cookies.”

There was no better way than to ask, after all.

“So, are you going to be here on Kashyyyk for long?” Alva asked, moving onto yet another biscuit.

[member="Eyna"]

 

[Milla Caranthyr]

Milla's eyes widened in both surprise and excitement when Thurion held out the tray. What hadn't she thought of that? The two girls quickly piled as much as they could onto the tray. Only stopping when the tray couldn't hold anymore even if they tried.

She helped Thora carry the tray to the table against the wall. Milla swore the tray was as heavy as she was. Carefully, the two girls set the tray down before digging in.

There were sweets of ever kind and Milla had to try them all. She at until her stomach started to hurt. First it was from the amount of food she ate, then it was from all the sugar she consumed. Milla glanced at the others to see how they were doing. Her gaze landed on Thora and she gave the girl a sheepish grin. "I think I ate to much. My stomach is starting to hurt."

[member="Thora Heavenshield"]
[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

 

[Eyna]

[member="Alva Heavenshield"]

Eyna had often considered training when she was alone in her room. It wasn’t as if she was entirely untrained already, but she could see the wisdom in deciding not to train her further until she had managed to control her episodes of anger and spite. The focus of her stay at Silver’s Rest had been on well-being. Eating properly, getting Eyna her strength back, and slowly fixing that mess inside of her mind.

So if Coci was a good teacher — granted, sponsored by her own grandchild — then Eyna could find comfort in that too. Much like she found comfort and the strength to go on when she considered what the others around her was doing.

As Alva motioned at the pie Eyna gave it a look. It certainly looked good, and Eyna could imagine that it also tasted good. In the end she didn’t have a plate, and given that she had not contributed to the table with anything she would assume that grabbing anything from the table would be considered wrong, a net loss. People generally wanted to avoid those.

“We could…” Eyna said and scanned the room as she finished her biscuit. “Might be difficult though.”

Alva asked another question and Eyna returned her focus to her conversational partner.

“I don’t know. I don’t think so.” She said and gave off a weak shrug with a slight shake of her head. “Our schedule is dictated by Master Coci. I don’t know when she will be leaving given recent events. I suspect within a few days.”

“Are you coming, too?” Eyna felt a weak smile, just… the smallest that anyone could imagine, tug at the corner of her lips. “I don’t want to assume, but… Heavenshields are renowned for their lordships around Midvinter and such.”

 

[Ura Iolar]

Ura nodded to [member="Reggie Faayare"] , watching him leave before looking around again. It was nice to talk to someone, and the Lervon finally felt a little less like an outsider. She finally noticed [member="Sigyn Vanir"] . She seemed to be talking with another Padawan she hadn't met yet, but they were from her clan, and a Jedi Master, Master [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] . While Ura wanted to talk to Sigyn, she wasn't quite sure she wanted to interrupt, but then she got a much different sight. The youngest of the group were "stealing" A lot of the food. Ura wasn't sure why anyone would want so much food when they were so small.... Dang she needed a biology class or something! Ura just sighed to herself, finally working up the courage to walk up and talk.

"Uh.... Hey Sigyn."

[member="Milla Caranthyr"] [member="Thora Heavenshield"]

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Red caught his knife and put it onto his utility belt. He then walked over to the table and sat down on a seat. He started looking at the food and examining it, eyeing it over. He was slightly peckish, so he decided to look for a small snack to nibble on. Some people near him eyed him nervously, they were possibly slightly intimidated by his large stature and grim face. He had that effect on people. It was a good ability when interrogating people, as they were often scared of him. Plus, it often kept organics away from him when he wanted to be left alone.

"Hmm, what to eat?" Red wondered to himself.

 

[Sigyn Vanir]

Sigyn bowed her head in reponse to the masters bow. It seemed Thurion wasn't bothered by her awkward start. Or maybe he was used to People being nervous and saying the wrond Things when they meet him. "From what I have seen, Thora easily gets along well With everyone," replied Sigyn to Thurion's mention of her. Well, Sigyn hadn't seen Thora all that much, but from what she had seen of the Young girl's personality, she could tell she was good at making friends.

"I'm called Sigyn Vanir, Siggy for short." She followed after the Valkyri master over to the Young Girls. The tables were filled With lots of good looking Food, so Sigyn understood why the Girls were acting excited. She wondered where to start, when Thurion told them to fill up the tray he had found. Was that allowed? She didn't know. Did she care if it was? Certainly not. She grabbed some of the cakes closest to where she was standing, and put them on the tray. It was filling up quickly, but there was still some kinds of Food and cakes thay didn't manage to fit on it. Then the Young Girls carried the tray to a table at the back. "I thought you'd be more strict, Heavenshield," she said as she came after With the master. "Aren't you a respected jedi master?"

But before she could arrive at the table, a friend of Sigyn came over to them. "Oh, hey Ura," she said. Ura was one of Sigyn's closest friends in the Order. "This is master Heavenshield. He comes from Midvinter like me." It wasn't often Sigyn met someone from Midvinter, so she was very excited about it. Ura was of a species that seemed very weird to Sigyn, and Ura was the only one of that species Sigyn had seen, except for in Pictures. "We were just going to eat, would you like to join us?" She looked at Thurion. "You don't mind Ura joining us?"

All the goodies they had taken With them were delicious. Sigyn wanted to taste everything, but it just wouldn't do. At one point, her stomach just said stop. She leant back in her Chair, and relaxed. But she had to lean forward again to laugh when Thora commented on her stomach being as big as her grandfathers. "This Food was amazing," she exclaimed when she was done laughing.

[member="Ura Iolar"] | [member="Milla Caranthyr"] | [member="Thora Heavenshield"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]