<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/59/570252.jpg)</div><strong>Melisandre Kotashu</strong><br/><br/>Dreamshard's free wheeling persona was starting to grow on Melisandre.  The young Atlantian had spent several days arguing with herself over the desire to make a dramatic entrance.<br/><br/>Melisandre was heading across the Xanthium U terrace towards a coffee shop that day, chatting amicably with Sara Riley—a classmate who was becoming a good friend.  That was when Frederick Johannes—Fred to his friends—pulled up alongside them in a German sports car.  Fred really didn't fit the man, Melisandre couldn't help but observe as she pinched her glasses on the right and moved them up her nose to get a better look.  Frederick was rich, immaculately dressed, athletic, and intelligent.<br/><br/>He had to have some horrificly geeky and very dark secret to offset his perfection.  All that Melisandre could really think as she pushed Sara along towards the drive she'd just been invited—Sarah was too polite to ditch her no matter how badly she wanted a ride—was<em>what's the fun of having a nice car if you can't show it off?</em><br/><br/>She giggled and shook her head, then walked into the lady's room of the cryogenics building.  After checking her wild platinum hair in the mirror, she shook her head, giggled, and disappeared too a private warehouse on the other side of town.<br/>