Seresta

The Serestian people are smaller than humen. The average male is around 1.68 -1.70m tall. The average female is smaller, 1.60 - 1.65.
Though they are smaller creatures, their height or lack of same is not what makes them different.
Seresta, meaning "Season" in the godly tongue. They are a race of the "smallpeople" as they are called, and they are close related to the Itiken, Iriel, Seteka, Leren and the Morleren.
The "Small people", also known as Tiken in the godly tongue, are all given names because of the responsibility given to them by creation.
The Serestian people represent the Seasons, and depending on their time of birth, their hair and eyes have a different color.
Those born in the Wintertime period are white with icy blue eyes.
Those born in the time of Sunbreach have a light green hair and eyes of golden character.
Those born at Spring have yellow hair and shining green eyes.
Those born in Suntime have orange hair and greenish brown eyes.
Those born in Harvest have red hair and brown to red eyes.
Those born in Pre-winter have brown hair and brown eyes.
Those born in Snowfall have grey hair and grey eyes.

The time of birth has also things to do about age. The Suntime children can become hundreds of years before death takes them, where the Snowfall and Wintertime children never gets to bare children or be accepted as adults. Naturally there are born more children in the time of Sun, for Snowfall is cold and most children are born dead. A Serestian is first known as a Mi'rel, child, when it reaches the state of teenage, they are known as Mi'rul, kid. First, when they reach their magical potential and is trained untill their limit is reached, they are known as Mi'kel, adult, and it is first when they have lived trough hundreds of years they become Mir'kel, elders. When a Seresta reaches the age of Mi'rul, their aging process slowly stops, and as they are grown enough in size, their body no longer ages, not changes. Almost like the Prophecy, they are trapped in their apperance, if they cut their hair, it will grow out again in seconds. As well as they do not alter in looks, they does not gain weight or lose it, if they are skinny doing Mi'rul, they will not change from that and will always be skinny.

Serestian food is dry and most of it is different types of bread and fruit. They does not eat meat, due to their strong connection to nature, and they are likely found drinking water rather than milk or wine, since they do not use nature's gifts only because of lust, but only out of need. Only doing important feasts do they delight in the joys of food, and even then, no wine or matching drink will be served.

They can all control nature and are gifted magicians, especially Whisperers. The Seresta live in societies out of human control, and they prefer to stay like that. Some of them travel out to see the world, but most of them decide to live their entire life together with their own people.
Like all of their brothers and sisters, the Serestian have only four fingers and four toes, their ears are normal, like a human's but their eyes are slightly larger, a bit more like children's eyes. The Serestian are skilled in crafting arts, and their clothes are the finest quality you can aquire. Only few of the Serestian sell their crafts to humen, they do not trust those large people, and in their past, the humen have taken many of their brothers and sisters as slaves. The Serestian are generally a peaceful people an their strength in war is only when allied with the rest of the Tiken.

Outcasts. The Serestian people look upon their Mi'rul as magic users, only those trained to their fullest will become Mi'kel and thereby gain the respect of the others. Those whom refuse to train, or is unable to, is known as Shar'ti, the outcast. There are other reasons to why a Seresta can become Shar'ti, betrayal upon their king, witchcraft in forbitten arts, refusing orders from the Highest one, or murder. Only a handful of Shar'ti exists because the Serestian Mi'rul are all growing up in a society where the normality is to respect both the Mi'kel and the Mir'kel, and the Mi'rul is fearful of their elders. Most Mi'rul have a strong connection to their Keltären, their Master in magic arts, and some of them will rather stay Mi'rul and train under him than become Mi'kel, if that happens, the Keltären is forced to become Shar'ti and will have to leave the home of his people in shame.

Serestian Cities.
The Serestian can be found in an Tiken City, but they have few of their own as well.

T'lorel is the Capitol of the Serestian people, here lives the royalty and nobility of the race and it is here only the finest crafters are found. The T'lorel is hidden and only Seresta or those invited can gain access to it. T'lorel means "flower" in the language of Seresta.

Jyrvirel'tirkas, also known as the city of jewels, is ruled by the Seresta but other Tiken are allowed to live here as well. It is a beautiful city placed upon an island near the coast of Raken. It is here the Seresta meet each other for gatherings of importance and it is also the place under most attacks by barbarians and pirates who are interested in the many wealths that the City of Jewels should hold. In fact the name of Jyrvirel'tirkas doesn't mean jewel, but beauty and wonder, and it is named that because of the many teaters and kultural happenings in the city. The nick, City of Jewels, were given in the age of sixteenth halfwheel in the time of Waters, where the leading noble family had seven daughters whom were all more beautiful than anyone else, and none of them ever married.

Kir'turcël, city of memories, known for the largest butchery of religious Serestian people. At the time of Ruins, the Inix dragged all of the Serestian priests, priestess, prophets and whisperers to Kir'turcël and butchered all of them on the royal parade grounds in front of the City Patron and his family whom, along with all the other nobles in the city were forced to watch as the lives of thousands of their people were slaughtered. It is said that the Nine drained the souls of the slain and trapped it upon every single stone on the parade square. The Souls can still be heard screaming the night of that day every Wheel's time. The city is now filled with whisperers and priests whom have all come to pay respect on their slain forfathers and also draw knowledge from ancient times out of the still trapped souls. Many prophets come here in attempt to save some of their elders from the faith, but all have failed.