Zahnra

This young lady has no doubt taken on far more than she can handle; not by choice but by necessity. Upon her mother’s death some years ago she has had to fill a large void of uncertainty and mild panic amongst the people of the lands. The vast expanse of rolling hills and babbling mountain brooks were shaken when Zahnra’s mother, Countess Elizabeth Mirenda, began to make drastic changes to the way things were done. The Estate was sparse at this point and housed only a couple of blacksmiths, farriers, a fletcher, a stable girl, several guardsmen, and of course the extended Mirenda family – one cannot deny the prospect of an i

((This story occurred IC 10 years ago when Zahnra was 18 years of age.)) “Failure to Prepare is Preparing to Fail”    Finally! A place where my fat bits are actually of use! It isn’t anywhere near as freezing here as people kept telling me. “You’ll need a fur coat”, they said. “Make sure you take ear muffs”, they said. Ah well... As I think on it I suppose they were only caring for my health. I chose to wear my only armoured top I have in my wardrobe and a pair of thick black trousers. Of course I made a few adjustments myself to allow my attire to protect against the cold winds I was told to