A solitary lass stands on the shore. Her waist length red mane whips with each gust and her amber eyes look deep into the swirling and murky waters. As she stands tall on the bank, it appears as if she too may fly like the shore birds gliding above. Her cape, brown as the silt on which she stands, snaps in the wind and tries to pull her up and away. The hems of her oaken green gown are only slightly weighed down by the thick gold cording which borders it. Still, she stands as if rooted in the rocks. This is not the sole sign of the strength of her person. The claymore she holds lends an air of power, as does the tattoo-marking of a dragon encircling her wrist. Those who are familiar know she is not a hardened woman, but strangers fear what she is and that which she defends. She has seen hardship and unfathomable sights. Most would not beleive she met with robots, flew on a ship in space, or talked to a dragon. She fought next to her comrades and healed them after they fell. She relaxed tight muscles with a touch and called fire to surround an enemy. Strength and gentleness in one. She is proof that kindness and hardiness co-exist.
Who is the amber eyed beauty standing on the rocks? She is known as Lara. She is a friend to the winged and most feared creature of her time. She is a adversary to priests. She is a masseuse to fighters and tangos with a minotaur. A Goblin queen seeks her for a slave and she has travelled between worlds. The fiery locked maid witnessed the mass destruction of war and the tenderness of the Sidhe. She dined with a Lord and his family. She met a champion of her god. Yet, there is sadness in her life for the one thing she lacks.... She has never known the joy of the bonds that form between a mother and daughter, a wife and husband, or brother and sister. She is curious, unaware and desirous of the intimacy, pain, anger, and happiness generated by such relationships. Will she find it her among her dragon friends, in this new world, in this undiscovered land? Will the man who has made her heart flutter come back from his travels? Will she ever see her new confidant again or is this copper ring the only reminder of the wandering woman who might be her only friend? Or is she a misfit here like her companion the minotaur? Only time, further adventures or the determinations of a Master of the Game will tell.
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