Calandre
Pronunciation: CUH-lawn-druh
AKA: Sweet
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Motto: Beauty is its own reward
Desires: To find some sense of control
Weapon of Choice: Words
Description: She was dressed in midnight blue silk. Calandre. I wanted to spit her name into the wash basin. Her blonde braids were decked with gold, and atop her head a diadem adorned with pearls and sapphires glistened in the candlelight. Sour, dour, and straight as a wooden angel, she sat beside him–unaware the cup she sipped from belonged to me.
Discussion Questions For Calandre?
- How did you feel toward her?
- Do you have a favorite scene?
- What quotes linger on your thoughts?
- What could she have done different?
- Did she deserve Leoric’s wrath?
- Is there anything you admire about her?
“Do you know the things they say about your family? About this place?” Like a lioness catching the scent of blood, she came to life. “I didn’t want to come, but your cousin gave my father gold enough to clear his memory of ‘superstitious rumors.’ I remembered them all, though, and I’ve seen the evil here . . . Felt it on my skin . . . Even the walls–this place, this donjon with its many rooms–was built for wickedness. Who needs so many lonely rooms? Who seeks such solitude except to hide evil? . . . You don’t even realize it’s unnatural, do you?”
I kind of like a description of Calandre during a dream sequence:
“I saw him looking at her. Calandre. I saw her lithe and limber, dancing as if she were made of mist.”