She is a woman completely comfortable in all that she is and more importantly all that she shall ever truly be.

Unlike some she needs no instructions on how to conduct herself for that would be like instructing a Merchant the worth of a silver.

 

Sarcasm wielded without malice to the fortunate few considered friends.

 

An opportunist to the core, the knock came, door opened.

Thirst for power quenched, washed down with an agenda all her own. 

Once the pretty beard of, Ar corrupt Magistrate, Taimh Darken, lucky bastard.

Her meal ticket to a better life for both her and her son.

Public perception outweighed personal preference.

His purpose has been served.

A son borne, the next heir to the powerful throne.

Humble would be the beginnings yet, a rise above her former Caste was taken upon their companionship. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As tradition dictated simple robes of yellow replaced with 

with the richly brocade crimson, pale blues often held expressive and intelligent above the seven veils adorning lovely young features, varying in transparency from sheer to opaque. 

Honey colored strands drawn from porcelain features with the careful placement of expensive combs.

Delicate gloves encased finely boned hands.

Small sandals tooled in fine leather surround dainty feet, straps narrow and utterly feminine are the perfect compliment to the woman's wardrobe.

 

 

Odd contradiction of Arian loyalties & Karian blood

Arian Investments continue to earn dough,

"Twisted Tarn Bakery"

Garden District, Ar