A tragic story of exsitance....no not for me.
I am a world away from the home I knew by choice,
married off to a man I did not love, A man while
handsome and wealthy despised all I stood for.
Forbiding me to ever dance again.

Trained in my family line as a warrior,
a dancer of blades for an elite sect for the royal
temples of my home lands.Rather then face shaming
my parents who love me, becuase I love them
so very much. I left to wander the world
and see what lay beyond the deserts that have been
my home.

as time has passed I found my self witness to
many strange and beautiful things. yet..very
little was I preapred for to fill my stomache and
keep warm in the cold. and I was not about to
consider the flesh trade. so I opted to deal in
"borrowed" items, after all such burdens should
be lifted right?

human....not more not less. good with blades
and quick on my feet.and a love for life, what more could
a girl ask