SEMIYAR (pronounced: Seh-mee-yar)
Eye color: Violet
Hair color: Silver
Distinctions: Wears a colorful outfit with ridiculous amounts of frilly ornamentation, and a long purple lirewen feather in his cap
Understanding, willful, and sometimes gullible, Semiyar is a myndling with the sky and forest in his blood. Fueled by an insatiable desire for knowledge and discovery, his flair for performance has earned him recognition throughout the kingdom. Though he is relatively young for a silene, his violet eyes carry enough tales and adventure to fill many lifetimes, and he will venture far beyond the borders of any natural realm.
Fascinated with the life of a bard as a child, Semiyar’s restless spirit prompted him to run away and become a myndling (a wandering musician). Music and song cater readily to him, and he has the gift of “hearing” melodies in everything from the wind and nature to people. Though he is skilled in many instruments, he carries only one with him: a silver lute he calls “Svenana,” which some suspect to be enchanted. He belongs to no one and nowhere, his life one of solitude, discovery, and occasional adventure. Bright mornings, dark nights, some cold, some warm, like the eyes of the people he meets along his endless journey. Life is a song to him, a fabulous tale waiting to be crafted, and he shares this gift with others in exchange for food and coin, but foremost for the joy of it. Silon is his sporting ground, and he knows every road and village, their wonders and dangers. The adoration his reputation earns from courtiers and nobles makes him somewhat vain and used to finery, and his outfit borders on the chaotic–he tries to wear some small memorable souvenir from every place he visits.
Little did he know that a trip to the isle of Saberondan to perform for the ravishing Princess Mereet would shift the course of his life forever. Captivated by her wine-dark eyes and playful spirit, he finds himself swept up in an impulsive and blissful affair with her, denying his wanderlust to pursue the source of his fascination. But his courtship is cut short by the princess’ impending marriage to the foreign prince Iliauben, and he is chased from Saberondan on penalty of death. But a year later, when he learns of the horrors Mereet has gone through in forced isolation, he overcomes his fear of her guardians and braves a return to the island to offer his services as a court musician and provide her some comfort amid the gloom. His best efforts, however, cannot change the course of her fate, and their memories of stol en momentstogether are all they are able to keep. With the demise of Saberondan and Mereet’s death in the Great Tragedy, he loses his spirit and his songs, breaks Svenana’s strings, and wanders aimlessly for many years afterward, his heart as splintered and scarred as the shore of Silon. But even with broken strings he carries Svenana with him, hoping someday that the music he listens for will return, that the fractured, unfinished melodies in his heart will one day mend themselves, and he will be able to sing again.
That day comes when Semiyar strays into the “Not All Kings Wear Gold” storyline, when an early snowstorm literally blows him to the gates of an illustrious palace. He discovers a whole new realm awaiting his exploration, a wondrous kingdom in which the harrowing wars of Avenan are merely legends. In the palace he catches a glimpse of Diana, a beautiful, golden-winged woman who seems to have stepped right out of a fairytale, and is instantly touched by the sadness in her eyes that is so similar to his own. Her lover, the former prince Luke, has fallen into madness and neglects her. She is losing her prince, as Semiyar once lost his princess. Determined that Mereet’s lonely fate will not be Diana’s, Semiyar follows her from a distance, evading jealous rivals and Illusionist thieves alike to find a way to reach her and give her hope. Making her smile becomes a fascinating obsession that he pursues with abandon–his new purpose in life. He mends Svenana’s strings, he writes poems for Diana, collects trinkets from his travels to delight her and inspire stories to entertain her. Her sweet, enchanting company reawakens in him the spirit he had lost, the wonder of the world he had forgotten, and unlocks once more the gift of music in his heart. His persistence gradually earns him a place in her heart, and she comes to rely on his comfort and affection, and he on hers. Others come to affectionately refer to them as “The Bird and the Bard” or “Silver and Gold.” Though he will never forget Mereet and would later write one of his most famous songs about her, he has left his sadness behind and embraces a future without loneliness, a future in which his music will once more radiate the joy and beauty in life that is so often overlooked.