Haladir Delen Galare

Haladir Delen

Haladir Delen Galare is the father of Sediryl, the Eldritch Crown Princess. He married into Nuera and was Haladir Nuera Galare until his divorce.

Physical Description

An Eldritch of average height, with gray eyes (no tinge of blue) and long hair, worn loose and eschewing the jewels and fillets that are customary for men of wealth. He's tall enough to get his chin on Sediryl's head, but Sediryl's not very tall. He's had a limp since before Sediryl was born.

• Baritone
• Likes to wash with pine needle waters

History

Best friends with Kolvin, Jahir's father; they met at court. Kolvin was Thesali's sister, and he asked Haladir to marry her to protect her from her mother, Avarise, who was an even worse harpy than Thesali.

A gentle father, and very loving, but resigned to sorrow. He taught Sediryl Universal as "their private language" in order to get around her mother's strictures against discussion of aliens.

His breeding project at Nuera encompassed twelve pastures, two barns, a stable, and a training ground. (This is a 'minor enterprise' compared to Houses dedicated to horse breeding, the way Jisiensire formerly was.)

His wife has intimated that he hasn't been sexually faithful to her.

Two years before Sediryl's return, he fell off a horse that rolled on him and crushed his pelvis. This injury nearly killed him.

Trivia

• gentles and rides ugly horses other people would use only for plows
• sings lullabies, tells stories
• calls Sediryl 'my dear', 'my girl,' 'my sweet,' and 'Sedi' and 'Daughter'.
• can weave stars out of grass

Quotes

"Always check your premises."

Throwing these here so I can remember to put them in the descriptions later. "Her only happy memories of winter were of her early childhood, when she’d been young enough to sit on her father’s lap and listen to him read stories. They’d been similar to the ones she’d found so frustrating at court, but unlike those tales, his had lacked melodrama. He’d told her believable stories, where heroism involved a single man facing down a maddened boar, or a woman swimming into a lake to rescue her drowning daughter. By the time she’d heard the stories of knights facing down dragons—dragons!—and ladies dying for their broken hearts, she’d been prepared to dismiss them all as hyperbolic. And then she’d fallen into a story more dramatic than any tale out of court, and survived it, and been forced to admit that sometimes things really were a matter of life or death. She still didn’t like the dramatic stories. Much. The ones with the romances were a little bit more palatable now. But her father had taught her that heroism was common, and often hidden, in the everyday, and he had acted like the heroes of his stories."