<div style="text-align: center">It was rare day of light duties, then again it was her chosen birthday. It was hard to know the real day of her birth when she had been left on the steps to the Noelle's house. With all the luck of the gods they took her in a raised her as their own, even if she looked nothing like their fair haired sons. Her mother had been thrilled to have a little girl at last.<br/>
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Shayna certainly stood out in her household. A family of blonde hair and fair eyes she was a dark rose, long glossy black waves of hair, large dark amber eyes . Her skin was fair, often manning the family shop which meant staying indoors. She looked delicate, petite compared to her towering brothers, but she had curves that brought unwanted attention. Not to mention full lips that seemed to like to pout when she didn't get her way.<br/>
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Today she was to run a few easy errands while Tristan ran the shop for her. She wore her gift form her mother, a lovely red dress with black lacing that only seemed to accent her coloring, it fit perfectly, cinched firmly around her waist, her bosom just visible to entice looks but not be improper, a simple black satin ribbon about her slender throat to match the black lace that settled over her long skirts, her waves tamed by two small braids holding her thick hair back.<br/>
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She moved along the street greeting the people she knew and smiling offering thanks for well wishes, ignoring the stares of men, certainly nothing new these days, she just turned twenty and still declined every offer for marriage. The local Lord's proposals most of all she declined with almost a hostility these days, but he was a pig and annoyingly persistent.<br/>
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Getting the things on the small list her mother gave her this morning had been simple, and she had a few coins left over as she had been told she would if she did her job haggling prices down. Already given permission she slowly wandered the small tables set up outside along the street, pausing at one with jewels, another with knives before moving along once more. Shay had her small hidden throwing knives and she really didn't want for jewels.<br/>
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It wasn't until she paused at a table with cloths she took notice of the people around her, mostly the fat one had seemed to follow her , though he kept back. Her mother and brothers had long taught her how to care for herself, stating it was important, though never why she simply assumed because she was a woman. Thanking the seller she moved along, quietly moving away from the market to take a long way home along busy streets to see if this shadow of hers would fallow, her basket in the crook of her arm close to her body allowing her hand to carefully slip into her sleeve to finger at the small knife hidden there as the streets grew quiet the closer to residences she got. Easily she turned a corner and slipped into a small alley just there and pressed her back to the wall and set her basket down knife in hand hidden in her sleeve as she took a steady breath and waited....​</div>