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| − | '''Roleplay from Kaylan McDowell'''
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| − | A slender hand reached up, removing the black heavy hood revealing a full head of flaming red hair. At that moment, the dawn light reflected, bejeweling it with a hint of pink spun gold. Bright, piercing blue eyes looked around displaying incredible intelligence as she examined her new home. "I did promise, mother," she whispered, misting the morning air.
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| − | "Take note," she ordered her companion as she slipped off her obsidian colored steed.
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| − | "Thank you Lord Mikhail for the swift welcome, and I bid good day to my new fellow Fontanese." She removed her riding gloves and flexed her stiff fingers.
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| − | "I already know my stay will be a wonderful adventure and a pleasure. I wish to be able to meet you all, given the opportunity. I have recently come of age to serve a Lord and will do so to the best of my abilities. If there is one, in need of a Knight. I would like to pledge my loyalty. Sincerely, Lady Kaylan."
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| − | Glad with her words, soft full lips curled into a smile and she took a breath of fresh air, her shoulders visibly relaxing. She turned to the scribe and waved her hand, "now off with you," she smiled fondly and she added with a whisper, "or I won't be able to make money to feed you."
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| − | The scribe grinned boyishly and ran off, glad to obey his beautiful lady's wishes.
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