[center][h1][color=B9C66E]Mona Windrider[/color][/h1]
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[i][color=B9C66E]Location:[/color] The Palace Barracks
[color=B9C66E]Skills:[/color] N/A[/i][/center]
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Mona just about peed her pants when the rattle caught flame.  She quickly dropped it with a muffled yell and used her skirts to pat out the fire.  She looked bewildered at the infant.  It had to be a coincidence right?  Babies generally didn't make things catch fire with sneezes.  So, note taken, nothing flammable for little baby Dawn.  Mona studied the charred remains of the rattle, tiny pebbles escaped from the burnt leather wrappings.  It hadn't been anything with sentimental value and was not at all an expensive item to make.  However, it was a bit concerning how easy it was for the rattle to become engulfed in baby-fire.  She would need to consider a new way of making it, perhaps some stones around the outside that would give the rattle protection against fire.

She looked up from her wonderings when the spooky lady asked the baby's name.  Mona could honestly say she hadn't the faintest clue.  The child had not been concerning to her through her short time spent here and so the name never learned.  They went on chattering about some witch lady and Mona went back to entertaining the flame sneezing baby.