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{This is a small introduction I thought up for my roleplay character from UnderGaia. Named Irrafay and Valdaer they are twins, who are at the time 65 years old. The roleplay has is 10 years after this event.}



Her dainty feet carried her quickly through the rushing crowd. Her soft patter muffled by the many thick thumping and screams of the scurrying adults. Running from the danger.
Only to head right into another.
Irrafay spotting her turning and wove her way through the tangles of moving legs and arms. Sliding through the tight space between the walls, she moved towards her destination.

Valdaer stood rigid in his spot in the shadows. Shadows that had become so homey to him that they were more then family and less then friends. His dark amethyst eyes scanned the crowds. Waiting.
The flash of color, a shocking fiery red, the black of a lizard leather boot. It was her. The guards moved out around, but never near her. Her power was legend in these streets. Feared in his district. A key to his sister's plan.
She murmured and then walked forward. Past the unkempt, mis-armored guards of the slave caravan. In to clean the out those to aid her cause, to clean out those who would hinder, and to become a pawn for two young ones.
Swiftly he moved towards her mount, his patched black clothes matching into the surrounding shadows from the faerie fire. His hand reached out.

Irrafay shrunk into the shadows as the figure of the Priestess passed. She was a wave of fear so rich that Irrafay envied her, she caused the lowers to knee simply because of her might. She was idol, she was the perfect pawn. Confident in her self and her power, she wouldn't guess, she wouldn't think, but oh, she would act her part. Irrafay felt no fear, and for an idol puppet was her only saving point.
She slipped from her spot and out into the open. Taking a deep breath, she sniffed the stench of the market, cages, and pens of the slaves. The smell of fear, uncertainty, and chance. Perfect parting gifts.
She turned and marched across the uneven ground towards the smoother magically enhanced ground. Her steady marched becoming a simple soft patter.
She stopped in the shadows of their wagon, their parting point. She peered around. And then meet even stead dark amethyst eyes, which countered and stood equal to her light ones.
"Are we ready?" Her brother's eyes brightened and then a flash of folded silver appeared and then disappeared. "Good, then we should being."
She stared into their marking, the one thing that denied them their dreams. Soon, just as the letter had told them, they would depart. They would do anything to find the sister that was their home.
"Soon, my sister." was all that he past on to her before they parted.