When Radiant Xuan, a die-hard bronze faction oracle, was unexpectedly cut down in the field his colleagues quickly got to work divining the identity of the infant his shard had chosen. They were elated to find that the child would be born on the Blessed Isle but the mood soured quickly when they realized the new Sidereal wouldn’t be the vaunted progeny of a Great House, raised among the wealth and splendor of the Imperial City and the glories of the bronze faction’s vision, but the bastard offspring of a slave girl and an un-exalted lout with poor self control. Such things are easily mended, though! They would just have to be spirited away to Yu-Shan shortly after birth, or at least to some threshold village where they could be raised without shackles around their wrists, it was just a matter of determining what the most auspicious place for them would be.
Fate, unfortunately, had other plans. The charts were checked again and again, but each time the said the same thing; the child was to stay right where they were. A few minor strings were pulled and the expecting mother was transferred to a safer position among the household servants, and on the twelfth day of Ascending water, realm year 720, she gave birth to a healthy baby girl. A recurring dream of a large white rabbit running between the shelves of an endless, dusty library had been haunting the new mother for months, and when her daughter was born with a shock of snow-white hair upon her head she decided it must have been an omen. The girl was named Swift White Hare, a slight she assumes was unintentional as the pun probably does not translate to her mother’s native skytongue.
When she was old enough to be put to work her Sidereal minders arranged for Swift (as she prefers to be called) to be given to a young Dragon-Blooded sorceress named Mnemon Kanya, to act as her personal handmaiden. Kanya herself had a notable enough Destiny to merit the seers keeping an eye on her, and having the two of them in one place simplified their work a bit.
Kanya was lonely and Swift was a quiet girl, obedient and demure. Swift was safe
. So, after little more than a few months, the young Dynast was unloading all her burdens on
nightly. Swift listened obligingly for years. To idle gossip, to complaints about teachers, to ‘no it’s definitely true love this time, I’m sure!’, to complaints that threw into sharp relief the fact that Swift herself was property and Kanya was a pampered princess. Still, Swift grew fond of her mistress in an odd sort of way. There was an innocence about her than Swift herself had never been privileged enough to possess, and it made her feel strangely protective.
So naturally, when a sudden flash of insight brought to Swift the realization that there was a conspiracy afoot, she took it upon herself to ferret out the truth. It never would have occurred to someone with less attentive ears than Swift, but she eventually heard nearly everything that was spoken of within the compound where she served, either personally or from her fellow servants. A few comments on odd encounters Kanya had experienced at the Heptagram, strange late-night meetings between her parents and other members of the House, and no small amount of snooping on Swift’s part gradually built up a web of occult strangeness around her mistress, some horrible spider waiting for the right moment to devour her. Swift knew little about sorcery at the time; the purpose of the rites and rituals were lost on her, but she know the conspirators meant Kanya harm and that was enough for her. Much to Swfit’s frustration, she only managed to poison one member of the cabal before the Sidereal who was supposed to be watching over her realized she’d taken her Second Breath and swept her off to Yu-Shan.
Once among the five-score fellowship and informed of what she really was, the gold faction roped Swift in fast and thoroughly. Though her heavenly minders had tried to keep her sheltered from the darker facets of Blessed Isle society, what terrible things she was personally shielded from she learned of from other servants. Swift wasn’t exactly sure the Solars would have made things as great as the gold faction seemed convinced they could have, but they couldn’t have been worse than the Realm, right?
The elder Sidereals in the Forbidding Manse of Ivy didn’t take Swift’s vocal support of Ayesha Ura and her circle well, but the condescending manner in which many of them attempted to explain to Swift how foolish she was being only strengthened her position. Eventually they washed their hands of her, shoving much of the most tedious work in the Manse onto her. That she could have dealt with, but what finally galvanized the animosity she still harbors for the bronze faction was when she found all records on Mnemon Kanya and the members of the conspiracy Swift had uncovered sealed, and every attempt she made to find out what had come of the situation blocked by more bureaucratic red tape that a Seer of her age and limited experience could hope to overcome.
Once her initial training was completed Swift was assigned to the Convention of Wood and the Convention on Essence Wielders. She was a diligent and dependable asset for the Convention of Wood, but most of her work there was pretty standard fare. For the Convention on Essence Wielders she showed a knack early on for infiltration and built up an impressive track record (for someone her age) recovering spellbooks and instructions for thaumaturgical rituals too dangerous to leave in the hands of mortals. More often than not, however, to truly sequester the knowledge within the books and scrolls a sorcerer or savant had to be eliminated as well, if they were judged to be a danger to Creation. As such, Swift was assigned a partner, a Chosen of Endings named Sen Vosaian. The collaboration proved to be highly effective in the field, but Sen was a member of the bronze faction and the pair spent the vast majority of their time together in Yu-Shan in one seemingly endless spat. Twenty-some odd years of spent working in close quarters and trusting one another with their lives has forged something neither will admit is friendship between them, their fights now more closely resembling the bickering of an old married couple.
Swift was quite confident and happy with her place in the fellowship, right up until the Solars actually returned. The speed with which plans that could reshape the face of Creation were being put into practice worried her. She tried to discuss the matter with several young gold faction friends, only to find herself playing Yozi’s advocate to numerous ways the Cult of the Illuminated could backfire. As one particular friend, an idealistic joybringer, loyally spouted the party line no matter what argument Swift raised she eventually convinced herself to wash her hands of the whole affair and joined the ranks of the independants just as the gold faction was receiving its greatest boon in centuries.
In the wake of her political shift Swift was transferred the the Convention of Fire; she still retains ties to old friends, but things are strained and talking politics with her inevitably leads to arguments. She has found Nazri’s complete lack of tolerance for factional shenanigans refreshing, though she’s fairly certain he, like many bronze stars and independants, is convinced her defection is part of some elaborate ruse. She’s done her best to be as unfailingly honest and forthright as she can for the past five years, but with the timescale Celestial Exalts operate on she’s accepted the bitter reality that it might be a very long time before she’s able to establish a reasonable level of trust with her fellow Seers, if it ever happens at all.