Maviola El
First mention (by name): 1.56
First appearance: 7.18 M
Species: Human
Status: Deceased
- Grandmother
- Lady Firestarter
- Maviola
- Maviola Imarris
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| 1.56 | In Drake lands, she was one of a handful of Humans you’d know. Tyrion Veltras, perhaps, the war-leader, Magnolia Reinhart—maybe another matriarch like Maviola El—but Magnolia was the only one who might even possibly be respected. |
| 7.18 M | Her name was Maviola El. And she was the leader of the House of El. When she spoke, it was with authority. And the children were afraid, because she could, at her whim, cut their families off from much of the gold that they so desperately wanted. |
| 7.18 M | “Don’t call me Grandmother. You may all call me Lady Maviola, or Lady El. And Tyrion Veltras? That boy? One might as well compare him to Magnolia Reinhart. Two identical children always butting heads. No, they have their own woes. Lord Tyrion? I wouldn’t duel him on a tourney field, but anywhere else he’s nothing much.” |
| 7.18 M | The girl shuffled off, feeling that she’d been tricked. Lady Maviola El sighed. |
| 7.18 M | “Y-yes, Grandmother. I mean…” |
| 7.18 M | “I lied! I don’t want to study all day! Don’t make me touch the fire, Great Grandmother!” |
| 7.18 M | “Thank you, Grandmother!” |
| 7.18 M | The [Lord] stared, suddenly aware of his burdens, for all he had coveted the power. And like that, the drama involving the House of El’s succession came to a close. Maviola El smiled. |
| 7.18 M | Deilan looked at the old woman. And it struck him. There went Maviola El. And Zedalien. Two of the House of El’s oldest members. And here he saw. He trembled. But his spine straightened. And Maviola saw and approved. |
| 7.18 M | And he saw her breathing shallowly. The effort of even telling a story had taken a toll on her. And the [Lord] bowed his head and spent his last hours with Maviola El well. |
| 7.18 M | But her eyes blazed. As Desinee pushed her, the matriarch of the House of El, Lady Maviola El, looked up at Belavierr. And only now did the Spider realize she had been tricked. She had walked into someone else’s web. |
| 7.18 M | Zanthia’s voice was steady. Maviola El gazed at Belavierr. |
| 7.18 M | Lady Maviola El did not look too tired from the act of banishing Belavierr. But perhaps that was because she had little left to give. Her breathing was slow as she raised her head. Magnolia came towards her. |
| 7.18 M | Magnolia took it as simply that. She curtsied slightly. And the old woman inclined her head. She was grand, Maviola El. Ieka had heard stories of her youth, which had promised to outstrip even Bethal and Pryde’s exploits. But she also recalled Belavierr’s words and looked at Maviola with sadness. |
| 7.18 M | “I am Lady Maviola El. And this is the death I choose.” |
| 7.18 M | “Grandmother…?” |
| 7.18 M | Maviola El looked at the three vials. Each one a Potion of Youth. Temporary Youth. She looked around. |
| 7.18 M | “That is all. But it is my ending. Youth, a dream. Now, look at me, Desinee. Magnolia Reinhart, you [Ladies] of Izril. I am Lady Maviola El. And I relinquish my position as leader of the House of El. I give it to Lord Deilan El.” |
| 7.18 M | “I had a name, once. A nickname. ‘Lady Firestarter’. That was what they called me, when I was a girl. But only I remember why. Yet, for a moment, let me be her again. Goodbye, all of you. I hope you live the lives you want.” |
| 7.18 M | Grace. Maviola El walked. She left her years behind. And she strode over to a hitched, waiting horse, and mounted it as nimbly as could be. It had no saddle; the horse danced as she steadied it. Then she began to ride away. |
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