❝Meiyu, you're far from home--❞
Born in Sui-no-Sato to a consul and an author, Meiyu was only one of many half-siblings. Her parentage wove a web that connected her to the scholars of magic, and the priestesses and maidens who attended to the Ruby Princess. To a fault, however, she was ever the curious one.
Though a doe-eyed shrine maiden of the kami and priestess of Shisui, she remained an eccentricity. Strange fashions, odd rituals, and a generally obscured way of thought pinned her as exceedingly difficult to nurture into a Lady-in-Waiting, as was her girlhood wish. However, she was an apt pupil in the arts of magic. Late at night, she often would wake those who lived near by practicing spells, and cause chemical accidents while practicing alchemy.
As she delved deeper into the theory of magic, she became rapt with it all, soon interested in the occult aspects of it-- how it works, fundamentally. The traditional elements were starting points for her, and her first true specialty was that of chronomancy, one aspect of astrology. She still practiced as a devout priestess alongside her studies. Some days, she wouldn't sleep at all to maintain her studies; sometimes, she would be rapt with it for up to sixteen hours in the day, and fall asleep for a short while, only to awaken suddenly and continue as if she were mid-thought.
With a fantastically inquisitive outlook and an unsated curiosity, Meiyu began to venture from her home, to Doma and Hingashi. The foreign scholars who populated the region caught her interest, and it became a frequent occurrence for her to spend extended periods of time away from home. One such book she found while away chronicled the Binding Coil of Bahamut, and mentioned its radioactive air-- this was an element she had never encountered, and her insatiable drive for knowledge only grew as she was introduced to more and more.
Meiyu began to venture further from home in pursuit of becoming a polymath, very nearly discovering every hall of ivy that exists. However, she is far from where she yearns to be-- at times, she thinks she will never be able to know enough.
Often, she can be found starry-eyed; reading, writing, and singing to herself, seemingly in a world of her own. Her suffering sleep cycle still persists, and her absurd lack of sleep often makes itself evident. But, the amount of research papers that have her name on them bids that she is far from dissociated with the world; in fact, she is profoundly empathetic.
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