1 Winter 507 AV
Taking an afternoon strole along the docks of Zeltiva, Sara kept her eyes keen for oppurtunity, She had been back in the port city from travel for nearly ten days and her boredom grew rapidly. She was hungry and could use a stiff drink and better yet she fancied a good lay as well. Of course it couldn't be with just anyone, it had to be that perfect victim of Sara's sexual play. Sara was used to and fond of batting her long lashes to get her way.
Sara walked gracefully and slowly, letting her hooded cape fall around her shoulders, covering her arms and concealing her hand that gently rested on the hilt of her new crescent sword. She had yet to fully learn all the ways of swordplay but Sara had dreams of being a great profficient. Its what father would have always wanted.
To be the essence of danger was Sara's aspiration. A fatal mix of beauty and cunning would only be unmatched with the skill of swordplay. That was how Sara survived. Seducing, using, then tossing. Never letting anyone get close and only taking what she needed when they did. Men complicated things and Sara was bored of human complications. The only challengs worth facing was that of a storm on the horizon of pirates gaining speed on her vessel. She lived by the sea, it was and always would be her first love. The smell of salt and the sound of power in water.
Sara stopped at the edge of a dock looking out at the horizon listening for...oppurtunity to come sailing forth.
