Nora grew up around the comfortable, protective walls of Ne'haer. Her family life was normal, common as her parents looked after a bar within the city, a family business that she herself undertook for a short time after her father passed. Being an only child, Noreasa never had to compete for affection and it was always readily given along with a helping hand and wisdom from her mother.
During her early year, Nora was an avid student. She studied what she could in school and made friends with her neighbors and residents within the city. It was much to say everyone knew of her, though that was the kind of personality she had. Nora wasn't she and she didn't hold back from achieving what she thought she could. Her ambition kept her buried in books, eyes searching to the future for her dreams at one day leaving the city and traveling, maybe to Desnind— the city so many Sev'ryn seem to speak of. It mystified her, however, all of that came crashing down with the passing of her mother.
Nora was only 15 when the news was given to her by a heavy hearted, scruffy and tired looking man: her father. Ne'haer was a peaceful, giving place and as the news of her mother's death spread throughout the city, many came to pay their respects. It was a blurry day, one that Nora can't very well recall. That was the turning point in her future. Due to the lack of help, her father had to hire help which they could hardly afford to pay so, to cut costs, once she finished her schooling, Nora spent most of her time tending the bar.
The entertainment they had was something that always kept her occupied there, along with her father's well weathered demeanor and clumsy hands. He was becoming unable to tend to the bar any longer, surrounded by noisy, drunken voices, loud music, and laughter. Not only that but the burden on his heart from the loss of her mother seemed to take a toll on his health.
So she retired him. Made him quit his work and spend his days at home, relaxing and letting her provide for him. Nora ran the bar like no one would expect, picking business up better than her folks had, though most assumed it was because the sailors wanted to come dote on the pretty, single woman. It wasn't until one day that she came across a man sitting just beyond the class outside, seated and waiting for her to serve him that her heart skipped a beat and an unfamiliar flutter pressed into her stomach. Rikum was his name, and he had glanced upon her with shining eyes that changed color just from looking at her. She was captivated and knew, in that moment, that he had arrested her heart. She wanted him.
It didn't take long before the two became acquainted, friends, then began courting each other until the day came where Rikum had to leave for the city of snakes. Ivorian was too long of a trip and she knew even as he set sail that bad things were in store for the both of them during their separation.
Many seasons past away before the loss of her father greeted her one cold morning. It was to be expected and though it didn't hurt any less, Nora found some relief that her father would not suffer any longer. She never understood it, how her parents could be so captivated by one another, but her reflection on the feelings she held for Rikum showed her more in that moment than anything anyone could tell her in her life. Love. Love was powerful.
So Nora continued on, selling her family's home and downsizing, waiting for the day when Rikum would return and preparing herself for unfortunate news, for she felt it in her bones that something ominous lingered in the air. However, as time went on, nothing seemed to surprise her. No war, no violent acts, no death. Settling comfortably within the city, she was content to wait out her days until Rikum returned.
And he did, with more than she could have hoped. Adventure, he saw in his time away from her and brought back not only an irreplaceable ring but nel... lots of it. She was dazzled to say the least, impressed by his treasures and the fact that he still thought of her even while they were apart.
So they married on the gentle, business waters of Ne'haer, bound by love and wrapped around rope that would tie them together for the rest of their lives. Now, presently, after the birth of their two children, it was decided that the tensions between Ne'haer and Sirothelle were becoming too strong to trust the continuation of peace and, to avoiding being drafted into service, Rikum took the children with him to Rynmere, a kingdom he had chanced upon in his time away from her. While Nora settled things with the family business, selling what was left of her childhood, she boarded a ship with the rest of her belongings and sailed to where her family resided, anxiously waiting to be close to them once more.
Though the ominous feeling still lingered, ever close, like a shadow following slowly after her...