aphreal was a child. A simple, sweet, loving child. As some may have noticed this child had a few quirks. Often she could be seen romping around the castle in the form of a tiny white kitten as often as her girl self. No one really knew where she came from, not even aphreal herself. She wondered into the castle one day in the form of a kitten and was adopted by ~angel~, so she adopted ~angel~ in return as her mother. She grew to know lilia skye, also an adopted daughter of ~angel~, and gave her the gift of shape change. She knew only the joys, pains, and turmoil’s of an eternal childhood living in beware. She thrived on being loved, and formed close bonds with many. Her guardian and protector was Lucien Wolfe.She loved him greatly and was bereft when he was murdered at the hands of the dark. Her memories of him bring her comfort and make her smile with the fun he, The White Rag, and herself had. She formed a close bond with one named Snake, when the two were close a golden joyful song sang through both minds. Another one entered her circle and filled the emptiness left by Lucien Wolfe’s demise, Rune. His shoelaces were a source of delightful play, and his shoulder the perfect perch for a small kitten. When his end came her grief was great, she retreated deeply into her own mind, leaving her body to wander in the form of a kitten. Her return came at the hands of Faran, who’s pain bade her return though she might have preferred to stay within herself. In the eyes of this child laid endless possibilities, mysteries, and power. A startling crystalline blue, they at once seemed sweetly innocent and very wise; yet always full of play. She had made it her mission to rid the Castle Beware of feral catnip mice, suspicious saucers of cream, dangerous shoelaces, and the dreaded rabid dust bunnies! And then the time came, she knew it within herself, she had become very tired. She had seen countless summers of joyous play, and numberless winters of content warmth; the time had come for she herself to grow up. She told those who mattered most to her what was going to happen, that it was time for her to sleep. She visited Lucien Wolfe’s grave one last time and left a bunch of pretty wildflowers on his grave. She asked the aid of Tarrinn, whom gave her a spell to keep her safe while she slept. Safe within her mothers cottage, she wove the dream state around her and two stowaways. Tallieflower the fea refused to leave the aphreal she had “claimed”, also a piece of living rag gifted by Mandaril chose to remain with her. Both joined aphreal in her sleep without her knowledge. All became encased in pure white light, sheathed by a marble pillar. Unaware of her passengers, aphreal fell deeply into her slumber, the spell Tarrinn provided hid the pillar in plain sight. Now she has awaken. No longer a child, her power has fully matured.