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Kaldair is a member of the Veiled of Sago, a religious sect among mimics. They travel the Realms in large family groups, trading with towns and villages but otherwise keeping to themselves. As children, Veiled are permitted to change their forms freely as is necessary to mingle with the places they pass through, but they are instructed to keep watch for the one known as their Chosen. The Veiled believe that for every mimic, there is one person that they are to take as their "true" form, aside from the unknowable form that is their actual true self. When the Veiled see someone they define as beautiful, in whatever form that may take, they will study that person from afar for many months. Finding a Chosen is a serious undertaking, and the entire family will pause their travels to support the young mimic as they seek to gain as complete a picture of their Chosen as possible. It is important that they do not approach their Chosen, for speaking to them is considered taboo. The Chosen is not to be bothered by their new devotee, only watched in the most unobtrusive way possible. When at last the Veiled has the most complete image of their Chosen possible, they adopt that form as their own, and make it their "main" appearance. No matter what other forms the Veiled may take from here on out, this Chosen form is their most "true" self. In a show of reverence to their Chosen, however, the Veiled will cover their faces, signifying that although they may take the form of this Chosen, they do not claim their full identity, and separate themselves from them by not using their face.
Although the Veiled understand that their Chosen may die well before them, they consider it bad luck to be physically present for the death. Their chosen become somewhat deified in the eyes of the Veiled, and they see themselves as an extension of that person, granted form by them, and to see that version of themselves die is to be marked for death in turn.
Prayer of the Veiled:
These are not my eyes,
These are the eyes of the one who has blessed me with my form
These are not my hands,
These are the hands of another, who grants me their use
This is not my body,
I take the body of my Chosen
And swear to do no harm to it
And harm no others with it
And bring no dishonor to the one this body belongs to