Re: Fuzzy: Yolen's Mule Train
Alisa smiled compassionately. "Kiera, my dear friend. My mother is an elf of the Mordant Spire. A people so eccentric, enigmatic, xenophobic and drenched in ancient mysticism, that they may as well be of the First World. There was plenty of rumor and talk when my father wed her. When I was three winters, she abandoned my father and I for good, to return home. There was more rumor and talk. When I was eleven, a supposedly deceased goddess of old Azlant reached to me, and I began learning her sacred ways through dream. Sometimes while sleeping. And other times while yet awake. When it reached a point where I could work divine magic, without ever having trained in a temple...well, not physically speaking, at least...rumor and talk ran rampant. Once I declared the source of it, began practicing in that deceased deity's name, I was then whispered about as everything from liar, to witch, to necromancer, to tainted moonbitch." She paused, shrugged.
"I cannot tell you how piss little I care about gossip. The people I need to reach aren't the sort who pay it heed."
She grinned at Dom's chivalrous proclamation, and Kiera's playful threat.
"He is a catch, I'd be the last to deny." She winked, smiled again. "Defensive battle is the philosophy of my faith. And, I'm rarely without a counter move once a would be conqueror tips their hand."