Sindra's eyes opened as she stretched herself out, her muscles felt achy, not strange since she had been training fairly hard yesterday, see, Sindra, unlike most Nobleman's daughters didn't think much of going to parties, being débutantes and then waiting patiently for someone to come and claim them and in the meantime also give her father a new lease on life to say the least. No see was the kind that had rebelled at an early age, her older brother Roland had been allowed to join an adventuring party when he was sixteen, going out into the world with them.<br/><br/>Father wasn't too happy, but that was just the way life went, even so Sindra hated him for going away and not taking her, so for the next five years of her life she trained, working her body into a sleek yet well built shape. Her muscles clearly defined on her shoulders, her chest and her back, a beautiful woman in all. She was now a firm twenty-year old, still living with her father, though most nobles had shunned her somewhat, they needed a proper girl, not a fighter like Sindra was.<br/><br/>Slipping out of her bed she walked towards the window, pushing it open and letting in the cool morning air, her clothes and armor were already on display, with a gentle sigh she ran her fingers across the Full Plate armor that had belonged to her grandfather, the man had willingly given it to her, fully supporting what Sindra was about. Firstly though she slipped on her undertunic, a thin set of cloth and chainmail before starting to apply the breastplate, arm-guards and finally her leg-guards as well. A helmet was never included and Sindra disliked fighting with one on.<br/><br/>Finally she slipped on her spiked gauntlets, the ridges where her knuckles were placed were lined with spikes, a soft layer of wood still was applied to them, since Sindra had never truly given herself to fighting real men and women or.. orcs or something like that. For now, all her life she had simply trained, standing in her room now she tied her curly blond hairs into a tight braid, making sure it fell just across her neck-guard before walking out of the room.<br/><br/>Passing by several of the nearby cooks she smiled at them, before walking into the woods, "Mistress?", said a young butler, "I'll be out Gerald, I want to explore the woods!", she called back before walking into the still cold woods, the sun not yet having penetrated the world that was just starting to awake from the cold night before. And in silence Sindra walked, taking in the beauty.. unknown there was another, taking in hers.