Damara

from Chaos Theory by Michael McGovern

Quote: "She'd rather talk with a blade than fence with words."

She sits upon a rock, facing you. Her knees are pulled up, bent, her feet spread and her elbows propped on her knees. A sword lies against the rock nearby, the scabbard old but the sword itself shines. Her pale skin is liberally spattered with freckles. Strawberry blonde hair has been drawn back from her face into a curly ponytail, but pieces escape to curl around her face. Bright blue-green eyes stare at you, crinkled with a hint of humor. There is a faint sheen of sweat across her brow, as if she has just flopped here to relax after some activity. Her dress is casual, a soft blue tunic with her arms bare, over grey slacks, tucked into servicable and worn boots. Armbands that are wood shot with silver are worn high on her arms, the tracings beautiful and intricate, and made with obvious care.

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