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Myara Ahnri	May 12 2009, 11:11 AM
Gaidar Posts: 382 Group: Gaidin Member #117 Joined: April 27, 2005	Myara rested, seemingly content, upon the bed within her spacious quarters, various notes and reports scattered around her and one in her hands that occupied her eyes and attention. Across the room a bit, there was a dress crafted of velvet, trimmed with a bit of lace and silk, it's deep gray color matching her own mood. There was a feeling that made her inwardly restless, even if her appearance wouldn't show it, and a faint voice that seemed to worry at times, and then go relatively silent. The Gaidar had every intention of attending the ball, in honor of her Commander's daughter - the fact that he even HAD one still seeming foreign to her, even if she had met the young woman - and yet she was still reading reports and mulling over the recent events. Unfolding her legs from beneath her, the woman shifted in her place, putting down the set of papers she had been working through, and preparing to pick up the next one when she caught a glance of the gown again. "Oh fine, I really should go, and it would probably be good for a break. I did promise..." A bit of work, some fussing with her hair and face and a change of clothes from her usual leggings and long shirt, and there was much less of a swordswoman in looks, and much more of a proper woman. A quick glance of her reflection almost brought a bit of laughter to the room, which did wonders to erase the sour grapes mood of all the current news. Preparations made, Myara slipped quietly from her quarters, making every attempt to travel from there to the ball without drawing too much attention. Part of her reason for avoiding attendance at the evening's event was her almost obvious discomfort over these things, frills and fluff never were her strong point. Dark curls bounced lightly around her shoulders, trailing freely down her back, her form encased in stormy gray velvet, a black lace wrap resting over her shoulders and arms, her feet clicking ever so lightly against the floor beneath her as she made her way in amongst the gathered partygoers. Looking about a bit, she managed to recognize a few familiar faces, watching as they mingled and danced.
	Myara Ahnri Warder to Edeleas al'Kuar My Biography

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