[center][h1][color=B9C66E]Mona Windrider[/color][/h1]
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[i][color=B9C66E]Location:[/color] Wizard's Way - Trader's Stall
[color=B9C66E]Skills:[/color] N/A[/i][/center]
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Mona leaned gently forward as she stroked the nose of her beloved and most trusted friend.  Constance stood as the tall tower of muscle that kept her safe and moving in this world.  The dapple mare nickered quietly and pressed its head forward, carefully not to knock her companion over.  [color=B9C66E]"I've paid 'em extra, yeh see.  Ye'll get the best o' care these pups can offer."[/color]  She was loathe to leave Constance in the hands of strangers who might do her wrong.  There was always that anxiety in the pit of her stomach whenever she came into a town.  More often than not she couldn't go trotting about with the giant of a horse.  Despite her mild manner, she tended to terrify people.

With one last apple and a kiss, Mona made her way from the stables to explore the area.  She needed to ensure safety as well as plan escape routes should they become necessary.  However, the young woman could not stay focused on such a task for very long.  In fact, she had become distracted within the first ten minutes of her mental mapping.  There were a series of stalls on either way of the walk that had her zig-zagging between them.  She touched fine silks and look over exquisite pottery.  It wasn't until she came to a gem dealer that she truly stopped to peruse.

Her well-trained eye moved over the different gems, both precious and semi-precious.  Some had been polished and cut.  Some merely polished.  But the one that caught her eye was a raw chunk of labradorite.  It sat among its brothers and sisters, happily gleaming in the sunlight.  Because it was raw the color of it was dull, but still, the rainbows that lived inside of the stone still glittered with self-pride.  Mona lifted the stone carefully and turned it over in her hands, considering the weight, coloration, and damage from its having been cut from its rocky home.  [color=B9C66E]"Oh gentle stone, speak to me,"[/color] she whispered to it.  She felt the vibrations of it rattle her hands.  Confidence, importance, and a great deal of positive energy.  Yes, this chunk of stone was quite special.