| Andromeda Saint |
| of Arialdor |
| Meda Saint. Sixteen. Princess of Arialdor. One of two intertwined from birth. Hidden wings of white. Curls of gold. Depths of grey. Poise of centuries. Proper, prestigious, intelligent, mature, innocent, close-minded. Engaged? Heavens. She would never answer yes, but her father may. The Secret Life Every day, all day, I can't stand to be in that Castle. Blazer's a nice get away... for awhile. But it takes a lot of work to raise a stallion, and I'm not always sure Blazer is worth the effort.The Bars, Inns and Taverns of Rhydin are exciting, every time I enter it's a new scene. Boredom pours from almost every member, and yet I wonder about each of them. My eyes are so sore after spending all that time in the dim lights - though I have grown quite fond of certain types of cheap beer (which, I'm sure, in later years my father will thank me for) and for my various rendez-vouz. Sometimes I have to laugh at those in the Rhydinian businesses. They are all very immature, and expect me to be much older because I am not. Very curious. There are a few souls, however, that I quite enjoy spending time with. I have a sneaking feeling though that Rand will soon end all that. He is much too friendly with father for me to ever like him. But if it will better Arialdor, I suppose it is my duty. He is a nice man, though, granted that he is only a friend at the moment. To be trapped at sixteen. How unfortunate. |
Who would know? Who would guess? Would you? |
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