Ania<br/>The ocean breeze ruffled blue-black hair, sending the silky tresses hither and yon.  Petite, tight boddied, and slender, with skin the color of mocha and wide sapphire eyes, Anya almost looked too young to be in this group---more like a mascot than the deadly swordswoman she was.<br/>Beside her, golden furred and thick maned, a full grown bachelor lion yawned and stretched.  Ania reached down to scratch the great cat behind the ears.  “Lazy boy.  Enjoy it while it lasts, Roy.  This island will challenge us like never before.”<br/>The girl carefully unhooked the scimitar from her belt and drew it a few inches from it’s sheath.  She checked the beautiful steel blade for sharpness by snagging a loose hair and letting the wind whip it across the blade.  When it sliced cleanly, she nodded in approval and replaced it at her belt.<br/>The sleek bodied girl’s fine dancer’s legs were mostly revealed by the wind as she turned to joined the others on the dingy.  “Ready for an adventure everyone?”<br/>*   *   *<br/>Later that day, Ania hopped to shore from the dingy and happily cartwheeled up the shore, skirt and hair flaring out behind her.<br/>She shook her head and giggled a little, then straightened her skirt and stepped up to the man who’d come out to greet them.  “My name’s Ania.  My companion is Roy.”  She indicated the lion.  “It’s a pleasure to be here.   Have you had much trouble yet?”  Her eyes scanned the village’s fortifications.  Some creatures occult go over a wall like it wasn’t there, but most it would at least slow…<br/><br/>http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=715852<br/>