A philosopher of chaos...
Deep Maroon, Silver trim.
Born in Chaos I was an orphan of the courts. I spent most of my childhood in the streets of chaos. My education was on the street and at the ends of the whips of the guards of the streets. A few years ago, I changed my ways. I became interested in the world around me. Not because of the desire to be more than I was but because of her…
One afternoon I was up to my usual shenanigans when I was caught by a group of guards and they began administering a corporal punishment. After the third lash, I had given myself in to the pain of the next when the guard stopped and I turned to see her. Her hand on the guard’s arm her voice soft and direct. She ordered them to stop and release me. I was shocked when they unhanded me and I was let go. I thanked here and then it happened. My eyes met hers and… I have never been the same since. I will never forget the eternity I spent in that few second gaze. She told me to try to stay out of trouble and to take care of myself and with that she vanished. I have been trying to find her ever since.