<div class="floatright">(http://img36.imageshack.us/img36/6351/kyuv.jpg)</div>Aria Steel (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=703374)<br/><br/>At the temple to Mayaheine (more of a shrine, admittedly, but Mayaheine wasn't very well known of yet), Aria prayed in devotion to her goddess.  Problems always existed in one form or another, but the lack of wars, plagues and famine were always something to be grateful for.<br/><br/>Even so, it felt strange to do nothing.  About a week ago, she'd had to ride out as part of a caravan to surprise some brigands who were preying on local traders, but it had mostly been rather quiet of late.  Although she should be grateful for that, it gave her a sort of useless feeling that reminded her too much of her lot in life as one of the youngest noble siblings.<br/><br/>Could always be worse, but still...<br/><br/>Her prayers completed, she rose from one of the pews and went out to greet the day.