Name: Gia Rainmayr
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Age: 22
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Gender: Female
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Height:  5'2"
Weight: 112 lbs
Eye Color: Green
Hair color: Black
Hair Style: Long, loose
Complexion: Fair
Body shape: Lithe, graceful, and elfish.
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There was once a girl who wanted to live on her own.  It wasn’t because she was from a bad home.  At least she doesn’t recall that being the case.  She wasn’t abused or ill treated as far as she can remember, though that was a while ago now and things about her time before Faerie are somewhat fuzzy today.  But what memories she does have are in general warm and happy; she remembers a loving mother and doting father, a brother, and a sister…maybe two.  It’s really hard to say, but in any event what she remembers is good.

It was more that she wanted to spread her wings than to escape any kind of hardship.  She could have gone to college but that wasn’t for her.  She was tired of school and wanted to live in the real world.  So she moved from a small town to the city of Milwaukee, where she found a job as a tutor for at risk children in the inner city, a cheap apartment in a part of the city that wasn’t too sketchy, and met a boy who she thought she might love.

This might have been the end of the story, so to speak, except that she took something from her family when she moved that she wasn’t supposed to take, and that was the beginning and not the end of the trouble that befell her.

The object in question was a brooch set in the shape of a dragonfly.  It’s long, segmented body was made of rare black opal, and it shimmered with refracted light that was every color of the rainbow.  Its four signature wings were set with a hundred tiny diamond chips of purest white.  Its complex eyes were a multifaceted tanzanite of deepest blue.

The brooch had been in the family for generations.  It had belonged to the girl’s grandmother, and her grandmother before her, and the grandmother before her.  No one in the family knew when the family first acquired it or from where they had gotten it, but they knew it had been brought over from Europe and went back as long as anyone could trace their lineage.   It was old and incredibly valuable.  The girl had loved it from when she had been little.

It seemed nothing to take it when she had left home.  After all, no one in the family would miss it.  They kept it locked safely away, so that it never saw the light of day, and the little jewels never sparkled for anyone anymore.  No one would miss it, and one day it would have passed to the girl anyway.  She hadn’t planned to sell it.  She just…wanted it with her.  What harm could come?

But that, dear audience, is what they all ask.  When objects of power are mistreated and young women don’t listen to the advice of their elders,  Fate herself has a way of answering that question in ways that teach important lessons, for those who will listen.  And this, unfortunately for the girl, is exactly what happened in this instance.

The girl liked to take the brooch out to look at it when she was alone in her bedroom at night.  It was so pretty.  When it caught the light just right it seemed as deep and pure as the night sky, and the pinpricks of light were like the twinkling of stars.  Other times she could see her eyes in the dark stones, like deep pools of wisdom staring out.  And sometimes the dragonfly seemed to live and breathe, so vibrant and alive did it seem.  Over time she became more careless with the dragonfly brooch.  She left it out on her nightstand each night so she could stare at it, refusing to put it away until the next morning. Each night, as she drifted off to sleep, she lost herself in that brooch, and she began to love and cherish it above all other things.

One night the girl and her boyfriend were invited to a fundraiser for the organization for which she worked.  It was a black collar affair with some of the wealthiest donors the organization had, and the girl bought for herself the most expensive dress she could afford on her somewhat meager salary.    She bought a new pair of shoes.  She had her hair done and her makeup done.  She looked beautiful, and would have been one of the more splendid creatures at the party that night.  But then she thought, maybe she should wear the brooch as well.  Surely she would look even more beautiful.  It matched the dress perfectly, or maybe the dress matched it.  Maybe she had subconsciously planned to wear the brooch the entire time.

The girl was very attractive, and in that dress with the brooch she attracted much attention at the party.  She caught everyone’s eye.  She danced and flirted with the wealthy old men and impressed the wealthy old women who were so very dedicated to their cause with intelligent conversation and insightful comments.  Everyone noticed the brooch.  Everyone asked her about it.  No, she didn’t know where it came from.  It was a family heirloom.  Very old.  Thank you so much, it’s so nice to say that it matches my eyes.  I think it’s beautiful as well.  It’s so generous of you to support our cause in helping young inner city children to excel.

If that had been the end of it that would have been ok.  The girl had acted foolishly, but no harm had yet been done.  But I’m afraid to say that the wealthy old men and women were not the only interested parties at the fundraiser that night.  There was another young lady at the party that night—presumably the granddaughter of one of the donors.  She was small, graceful, and pixie-like.  She had a noble bearing, though there was mischief in her twinkling, violet blue eyes that shone like the stars themselves.  Waves of hair like inky shadow cascaded wildly down her back, so dark it seemed to drink the light itself.  She wore a gossamer dress of shadow dark silk that hugged her thin body and left just enough to the imagination. She was the most beautiful creature the girl had ever seen; only the brooch could rival her beauty in the girl’s eyes.

The young lady smiled at our heroine from across the room, her eyes lingering on the brooch hungrily.  Then she glided over, her steps so light and graceful she seemed to float across the floor.  When she reached the girl she smiled again and took her by the hands, so that they stood face to face.

“That is the most marvelous ornament I have seen in many years,” she said, in a silky voice that was very formal.  Her lips were luscious and full, her eyes like sparkling sapphires.  “It looks very beautiful on you.”

“Thank you,” said the girl, as she had said one hundred times already this night.  Still, she beamed at this attention from such a lovely creature as the young lady.  “It’s a family heirloom.”

“I have a friend—well, a lover, really,” continued the young lady, smiling mischievously and very presumptively.  “Her name is Nathalie.  I think your brooch would look quite exquisite on her.  Would you part with it?”

The question—in fact the entire statement—caught our girl off guard.  Not only had the lady openly discussed her sexual relationship with another woman, which was ok but nonetheless surprising, but she had suggested that the brooch would look quite good on someone other than our girl and had offered to take it off our girl’s hands.  The entire question was rude at best, but more than that our heroine suddenly felt a perverse sense of possessiveness over the brooch.  It was hers.  It had been in her family for generations.  It wasn’t something she could brazenly sell.

“I’m sorry,” she said, finally, in a tone that did little to hide how offended she was.   She pulled away, slipping her hands out of the other woman’s.  “No.  I can’t.  It belongs to my family.”

“I would make it worth your while,” persisted the young lady, taking a step forward.  “I can promise you great wealth.  I could make a large donation tonight, to help your poor children who can’t read.  Or both.  You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”


More to come.






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