A new character comes from the shadows~

May I present Kazu Sefiris~

She is a Zud Acrador, a scribe (priest) turned military doctor working within the Irellian Military.

The Acrador Project is by  mindmachine

Art is by  khomche

Kazu Sefiris is by me

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Her Life Between Notes

So often we drive ourselves to the brink; working to the bone, fading into exhaustion until we forget who we truly are. The reasons vary: some labor to prove themselves, others to climb higher, and many simply to survive. No matter the reason why, we often find life slipping away into monotony, the history of our existence giving way to obscurity, our days blending together until nothing remains but the blur of time. We must not allow this to happen. There must be purpose in our struggle. While we are here, we must learn to embrace the time we’re given and use it well—investing it in one another, in what truly matters. To waste it is not only a loss for ourselves, but a disservice to all who share in this life with us.

The steady scratching of her pen filled the quiet, a small comfort after twelve grueling hours at the Trastor Medical Center. She rarely made time for herself, yet in these rare moments she found solace in journaling—meditating, reflecting on the day, and sifting through the weight of her thoughts. Outside, rain whispered against the window in a gentle rhythm. Through the rain streaked window, the city stretched before her in a haze of muted blues and greys, its skyline broken now and then by the glimmer of lights.

With a soft sigh, she lifted her gaze from the page and took in the penthouse around her. A gift from her wife. She would have been content with the small apartment she had rented with the housing allowance of her military service, but her wife had been insistent. Something about living properly. She had rolled her eyes at the extravagance, thinking how the money could have been better spent on those in need. Still, her love for her wife outweighed her protest, and so here she was, settled in a space that was less her choice than her wife’s desire.

The red-haired Zud rose and stretched, her teal eyes settling on the piano across the room. Yet another gift. Luan had caught her admiring it in a shop window in Korvex during their honeymoon, and without hesitation, purchased it for her. Lavish gifts had always made Kazu uneasy; she knew she could never repay them in kind. Yet this one was different. This one drew a genuine smile as it reminded her of the bond that she had with her wife even when they worked apart.

She crossed the room and sat, her fingers brushing against the keys as she took a deep breath. She coaxed out a gentle melody; wistful, meditative, minimal, the music anchored her. Her thoughts ebbed and flowed with each chord, drifting with the playful dance of her fingers, the lingering resonance of hammers striking strings, each note perfectly placed. She was lost in the weave of sound, her thoughts and emotions laid bare in the music she placed. Then suddenly…

The spell broke. Her phone rang. In an instant, she rose, pulled on her uniform, and was out the door. Another life to save. Another day at work.