<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/rcYHbkb.jpg)   <br/></div>Character: Jude Talonius (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1068434)<br/>Location: Horseback, on the trail, sharing with cousin (open)<br/>Wearing: Full linen cloak and scarf, parade armor beneath, rucksack, scimitar<br/><hr/><br/>Listening to Ehren's words, she shrugged in acceptance and listened with more piqued interest.  "My grandmother didn't share those letters with me," she says quietly, her usual awkwardness seeming to fade with increased familiarity.  "I think she expected that having just the blood of someone like him could put us in danger, in a way."  She scans the trees, as their horses canter casually along, taking comfort in the presence of her cousins at the same time she feels a necessary vulnerability at having so many of their heirs in one place.<br/><br/>"I was sent away to train, perhaps in the event that all this might happen.  But I'm not sure that there's anything to really<i>prepare</i>for something that showed up in someone else's will."  She draws her hood back, opening herself to further conversation, but tries to maintain awareness of her surroundings... funny that the woods, once so familiar, would seem so like an alien jungle.  Perhaps it was her meager experience there as a child that recalled to her what it was like, so long ago, to know that monsters were out there-- the same monsters that had...<br/><br/><i>Fear is not mine,</i>her teacher's mantra had said.<i>Fear is my gift to my enemy.</i><br/><br/>But what if there was no enemy?  What if the enemy was ineptitude and uselessness... what good would there be for a courtesan's pet dancer in a world of nobles and trade?