The youngest of the al'Callenta children, Genoveffa was as doted upon and loved as her siblings even though it'd seem her path would eventually diverge from those of her older brothers and sisters. With no interest in combat, the girl's focus was instead on things more lady-like even from an early age with much of her youth spent playing dress-up with her peers and dolls and even the unfortunate cat or two who happened along her way at the wrong time.
Genoveffa's education started at an age that might be considered young by most standards with basic academics being what she was first taught. Her love of books developed from the time she spent in the library, a refuge from the loneliness she often felt while her older siblings were away, each book devoured, each word hung onto and sometimes even devoted to memory. The books became as much her friends as the children her own age were, and were also inspiration by which many friends of an imaginary nature were created from.
Her time at home was short lived; eventually coming to fear for their youngest child who was at this point a little over six, Genoveffa was sent away first to a convent where there seemed to be little of the conflict to be seen, a place where her education could continue while hidden in relative safety. Academics were now interspersed with lessons on the ways of The One, religion a subject that the girl found to be dry and retained very little of, and prayer seemed to be as large of a part of her day as her other lessons were. The priests and sisters who she stayed with were nice but it truly was not long before she wrote home, begging them to let them allow her to come home but her parents instead sent her off to another family to be fostered even though the war had ended, hoping that by doing so they'd discourage her from a path of a fighter and down one of a more genteel noblewoman.
While not her kin Genoveffa felt as if they were family and soon felt as close to them as she had her own. The children and her played and learned together and their mother helped her learn so much. Beekeeping and gardening, dancing, singing and lute playing, even tatting (lace making) and needlepoint. She was also taught the important skills of how to run a household and ride a horse. She stayed in touch with her family as much as possible while so far away, each letter received from them cherished.
By the time she returned at the age of fourteen she found herself among people who were all but strangers to her, the people of her blood now unknown to her. The next years were spent trying to bridge that rift and to once again grow close to those she felt estranged from, Genoveffa unable not to feel alone even as she was enjoyed to be home.
