[center][h1][color=B9C66E]Mona Windrider[/color][/h1]
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[i][color=B9C66E]Location:[/color] The Palace Courtyard
[color=B9C66E]Skills:[/color] N/A[/i][/center]
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How many times had she awoken from this dream with shivers running not only through her spine but through her soul?  How many times had she seen the unchanging face of that man?  How many times had she seen his throne and the darkness that seemed to seep off of him?  All those times things had not changed.  She could describe the dream in acute detail now.  She could count the number of whiskers upon his face and rings upon his fingers.  Today she awoke feeling dread for the dream had changed.  There was new information and what it meant... Well, she had never been the sort able to decipher dreams.  She would have taken this to one of the grandmothers back in her tribe.

Mona went through the process of self-care, bathing, combing out her wild curls and rubbing a finger over her teeth to clean them.  She dressed warmly for the day, not forgetting to bring along her usual belt of stones and supplies strapped firmly about her hips.  Mona had almost forgotten about the celebration today.  It was something new and foreign to her but she did love a chance to drink and dance and be merry!  How sad the day should start out with such anxiety.

It was hours and hours before she finally found the only person she had spoken about these dreams with.  Amarantha was with a young man and woman.  The pair seemed to be at the latter end of their teens and she knew she had met them before.  However, Mona was despicable at remembering names and could not recall either.  The rock witch hesitated, which was a rare thing for her to do as she was the type to charge forward stupidly and blindly.  Finally, she decided to approach them.  The young male held a cup of cider and the scent of it wafted toward her.  It made her mouth water and she remembered she had not eaten all day.  [color=B9C66E]"G' den,"[/color] she greeted with a tone of optimism she did not feel.  By now her curls had dried and were a comparatively tame halo about her lightly tanned face.  Her wide lips were drawn back in a smile which showed a few too many of her teeth.