Obituary: Missing and presumed dead in the wake of an earthquake near Redreef Shores while on a business trip.

Description: The first thing one might notice about this woman is her untamed mane of curls, hanging around her shoulders to mid-back in a thick red-brown mass. Upon stepping closer, it is her unique eyes - a light golden brown around the pupils shifting outward to a ring of deep blue - that may captivate the viewer. Little else is remarkable, with her height being average and her figure of the softer, fuller variety. Smiles are rare; her mouth tends to curl down at the corners when left unchecked. She is often found in simple, utilitarian clothing that allows her to do her work, but she is not afraid to outshine everyone around her in exquisite designs with elaborate details. Her voice is warm in tone, though her accent is unique - not quite Lycene, not quite Crownlander. There is a practiced quality to it, as if she has worked to obscure her origins.

Personality: With a narrow focus on what she is interested in, Sira can come off as aloof, terse, or even snide if she has been interrupted. If it does not involve her work with figures - both as bodies and numbers - she often blocks it out. Not one for gossip and skeptical to a fault, her conversational style skews no-nonsense. She has strong opinions about what people will look good in and what they should wear, high standards about the creations she allows out into public, and unshakeable confidence in herself. Under the bristly exterior is a sharp sense of humor and a delight in being surprised or challenged. If Sira considers you a friend, she can be extraordinarily generous and loyal.

Background: It may be that Sira has been sewing since she was able to walk. Born to a family of tailors and merchants, the woman learned trade and business as a matter of course. However, she proved especially capable with needle and thread under her mother's direction. Based in Bastion, she grew up watching illustrious customers frequent the shop. In her teens, she would join her father - a traveling merchant originally from the Lyceum - on trips between Bastion and Lenosia to gain an understanding of how connected the Compact is by trade. These experiences planted a seed within her to seek out fanciful, rare materials to work with. That seed sprouted and blossomed over the years into a foray to Arx, where Sira opened her shop Gilded Dreams. Unfortunately, when her mother fell ill, she left after only a few months to manage the family business. When disaster struck again - this time in the form of an enemy siege on the Grayson holding, the seamstress found herself back outside of Arx with the refugees, lacking any surviving close friends or family. With the shop in the city still in her name, and no interest in returning to rebuild in Bastion, the woman is starting over.

Relationship Summary

Deceased:

Mayir - How dare you make me feel my own feelings? Lesson learned.

Crownlands:

Eirene - She happens to be there every time I am picking up the pieces of my life.

Mourning isles:

Ember - A woman of sharp and poignant contrasts, capable of wearing the most spectacular of gowns and instilling fear into the hearts of warriors.