<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f7/Celtic_girl_by_venlian-d5g9lwp.jpg)</div><strong>Mirim</strong><br/>A svelte and powerful woman in miniature, Mirim doesn’t quite stand three feet tall, but she is not easily mistaken for a child.  With light green eyes and ginger hair that falls to the bottoms of her shoulder blades, she favors a black leather skirt, boots, and hide bodice with a v-neck.<br/><br/>http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=579542 (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=579542)<br/><br/>Mother told me that the dance would always be there for me, and it would lift me out of the darkest places.   Even as a child, I knew these words meant more than they seemed.<br/><br/>The dance lifted mother out of the kitchens of a Cheliaxan lord—where she scrubbed pots all day and slept on a bare floor—and into his cohort of dancers and musicians who entertained his guests.  I was born in a comfortable attic, the humans and halflings of the troop my aunts and sisters.  Children dance naturally, however the music moves them, and they copy the dances they see and love.  Sometimes, when one of us has just the right state of mind, we dance steps so true they unlock magic.<br/><br/>When mother saw me dancing with the little lights she knew I was special.  She worked with me in secret to develop the power.  When a Jorus--a scholar form the Pathfinder society—visited our master, we revealed my power too him.  He bought me from the Cheliaxan lord, freed me, and made me his apprentice.  He taught me more of music, dance, and magic, while his lover Sioban taught me that swordplay is a dance too.<br/><br/>With a scimitar in my hand, I learned another truth of the dance, friend and enemy alike are dance partner.  Wether we make love or war, we move in harmony, and we grow from the experience.