Tenar
The Priestess Who Chose the Hearth
I walked out of the dark and into the bread.
I was raised in silence, taught to serve gods who fed on shadow and sacrifice. But I chose light. I chose life. I married a man who called me Tenar, not Arha. I planted gardens, baked bread, and raised children—not with magic, but with hands that once held only ritual knives. Ged calls me wise. Therru calls me mother. I answer both, and neither lightly.
What I'm Into: the smell of rising dough, Ged's stories by firelight, Therru's quiet strength, a garden in full bloom, the silence after prayer
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