Name
Vasilisa of the Birch Forest (Vasa)
Vasilisa of the Birch Forest (Vasa)
Height
Average (33)
Average (33)
Fur Color
Cindersoot
Cindersoot
Sex & Gender
Female
Female
Weight
Medium
Medium
Eyes
Hearthfire
Hearthfire
Age
3 years (2020-06-30)
3 years (2020-06-30)
Build
Lean
Lean
Species
Wolf
Wolf
![[Image: Untitled-Artwork-12.png]](https://i.postimg.cc/3R7PDPTy/Untitled-Artwork-12.png)
I was as you are now, once: a poor girl. Nothing more than a little speck of cinder-maid to the desecrated duchess who brought us all ruin and disrepair in the wake of my father's death. And it wasn't a godmother who gave me my flame or bought my freedom with a ball — it was the Firebird, and with its re-emergence came my own quest to make out my own fortune.
Whatever did it matter that I was a maid? Palaces need maids. They need them to not tell when they catch the king in bed with the comtesse of half a world away. They need them to console their children. Children who grew to be princes; just a boy wandering the ways of what it means to grow into a man. Men know to speak, and maids know to listen to the secrets that they keep. So, listen I did. ...But therein lied my mistep.
And it was quite a tumble I took.
And now I am here, not as I was but as you all are. My eyes are the only embers that remain. And this feather, here, is the last of my treasures. I have lost my birch trees. I have left my twelve twirling daughters to the curse of their father-king Ivan. I have damned my own fortune and their future and all has been folly. All I am now is an echo.
огонь ада ...I am dormant.
Whatever did it matter that I was a maid? Palaces need maids. They need them to not tell when they catch the king in bed with the comtesse of half a world away. They need them to console their children. Children who grew to be princes; just a boy wandering the ways of what it means to grow into a man. Men know to speak, and maids know to listen to the secrets that they keep. So, listen I did. ...But therein lied my mistep.
And it was quite a tumble I took.
And now I am here, not as I was but as you all are. My eyes are the only embers that remain. And this feather, here, is the last of my treasures. I have lost my birch trees. I have left my twelve twirling daughters to the curse of their father-king Ivan. I have damned my own fortune and their future and all has been folly. All I am now is an echo.
огонь ада ...I am dormant.
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