[center][h1][color=B9C66E]Mona Windrider[/color][/h1]
[img]https://i.ibb.co/cXFZWZB/Mona.jpg[/img]

[i][color=B9C66E]Location:[/color] The Palace Courtyard
[color=B9C66E]Skills:[/color] N/A[/i][/center]
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As the young man looked her over she felt something touch at her mind.  It was foreign, this feeling of a presence touching what could be considered the innermost part of her.  It was disgusting and violating.  She felt the need to perhaps boil everything she was wearing as well as her own flesh to get rid of the feeling of an unwelcome intrusion.  Instinctually, her mind hardened against the brush, like a wall of rock to attempt to keep the offender from touching anything thing else.  It was by no means a practiced reaction, just one borne of a natural need to protect one's self.

Feeling a bit dazed and vulnerable, Mona pulled her multi-colored and patchwork cloak more tightly about her curvy frame.  She wore a sour expression on her face while the boy spoke.  It was nothing to do with the way he spoke or looked at her.  It was merely from the brush of a foreign mind and a lack of food.  A small, grumpy feeling had fleetingly taken a hold of her.

[color=B9C66E]"Aye, ma'am.  A couple o' hours ago.  When you be havin' dah time, I be needed to hold yer ear for a breath."[/color]  Her features lightened, not being the sort of person who let the bad things of the world weight down on her for very long.  She offered the pair Amarantha stood with a quick smile. [color=B9C66E]"I t'ink I first be needed some o' that grog."[/color]  She used her chin to gesture toward the mug.  [color=B9C66E]"Find me later, I'll be about."[/color]  She pushed a hand through her cloak to wave her goodbyes as she merrily made her way toward delicious smells.  Amarantha was currently busy and it was merely a dream... right?