Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

She stands with her hair whipping about her face, the thoughts trailing and she watches the wind holler about her small body. She stands on her toes at the cliffs edge her arms held out to her sides. It is a risk, it has always been, it is how she has the rush. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath in, her raven black hair slaps her in the face.

It is all she has for now, left alone in her thoughts. Where would she be next week is anyone's guess. She does that sometimes when she thinks, she needs to walk. She has been lucky at this point, only suffering a few fixable broken bones and some burned hair.

Today, is one of those days she has never felt so alone. It has been days since having contact with her protector, he is preoccupied with the wanton wench. Suppose she could do something about it... cut her throat in her sleep? I doubt that would help anything though, he would go find another and she would be forgotten about once again. It always has been this way, trying to balance the light from the dark. So many different shades it is easy to get lost.

She see saws on the edge, she licks her lips and it levels her out. Then it comes, the rain.

Some time ago she met a man with a bow and a feather in his hat. Every time it was fun and exciting. Once he tried to teach her to play cards, play the game to its finest. She had out smarted him once or twice, a few bags richer then he anticipated. He used to tell her things that would make her feel like she was the only thing the mattered... she realizes now she was kidding herself. He left to be with the woman that he loved, that was not her. It never was going to be her.

Opening her eyes they search the horizon. She had no idea where she was. Around her was safe enough. No footfall in the grass near. She was alone getting lost in these obscene thoughts.

The next was him. The Morning Light. So much pressure though. His assumptions made her uneasy and turned her away perhaps more quickly than it had began.

The sisters she had gotten to know. Beautiful women who had left. The one had gone to meet their father and she presumed the other had followed in her steps.

Her recent connection was with a madman. Drowned in his energy and power so that she felt she would be safe forever. She felt she was helping him as well but then came the end. All she has is the rush in her heart as she teeters on the cliffs edge.

Everything is free game, yet nothing is certain. What can you do when you can't even trust yourself? Her soul is at least still intact...

It is going to be a long walk back.

It had always been the way since she was a child. Sitting on the rock face with her hair flipping in the wind, doing a dance; returning just to slap her in the face. She liked it for some reason, the sense of familiarity. Almost like the smell of people who had passed in the many moons she had been there, she liked familiarity, made her feel safe.

It had been a long time, she smoothed her gloves over a mask of the unknown, before looking back out to the ocean. Trouble was brewing in her world, she knew it. The thing she never knew how to do, was when to stop. Eager and nosey, is the reasons she learned how to hide in the first place. She would listen to people in the docks as a child, then use the information to get what she wanted later. It was a horrible thing to do, she realises this now.

Slap

Her hair hits her face again and she grins, her bony gloved fingers almost loosing the mask to the sea. Gently she covers it back up and puts it away in her pack. Sitting legs crossed on the cliff edge she stands on her toes, her boots right next to her. Her eyes are closed, and a mischievous grin forms on her lips. Arms open wide in an instant , she would let the wind take her to the sea, if that is what it wanted.

There had been this feeling brewing for a while, a pang of her heart and a feel of complete loss of control. One could state that it started with the Madman, but it was more like that handsome hatted man with the cross bow. It is true she admired hats, but this one always bore that special place with her, even now she cannot forget the smell from the leather and the feel of the metal is flask in her fingers.

She takes a deep sigh as she strides with purpose through the east gate, without bothering to offer the guards pleasantries, as she had spent her time in the gate practising. It seemed all pointless now, she was getting itchy here, nothing was falling into place. It had been years and all she had accomplish was messing up her brothers plans. He deserved better than her, he had protected her from a small little rug rat until she had grown into the sassy pain in the ass she is now. She knew he loved her though.....

She finally reaches the fire, there is another hatted man who pipes up calling her name. He is sitting with a bunch of murderous people, people she will happily forget about.... and that silver haired sister of another handsome friend she met at the beach. Her mannerisms seem odd, she questions the man in front of her about it "Jealousy, we have become close" he whispers to her. Blankly she stares between the man in the hat who she had come to possibly love and this silvered haired woman who seems to have walked away, this makes her decision so much easier.

Their relationship was always made to be open although there is still a pang that he would bore of her so quickly.... she says her goodbye with a small refusal from his lips, there is nothing he can say to change her stubborn mind. She leaves him with nothing but a kiss on the cheek and leaving him on the side of the road. She notes the silver haired woman and approaches her, saying goodbye and telling her to look after the man she may have possibly loved.... better to leave then be left behind.

It was always her biggest weakness, she had to feel like the most important person in the lives of people she cared about or at least feel like it. It is what she hated most about herself that an the little bit of elf blood most evident in her ears. As she walked back towards the dock she runs her fingers through her raven black hair, that must be from the elf too, unlike her eyes that share the grey of a blackened stormed sky, that she got from her mother. As she walks, she tries not to think of returning back to the woman. All this time she had returned back to their mother, giving her money to support her less than lavish lifestyle. Her brother had asked her to stop, it was doing none of them any good and she agreed...

The small woman with dark hair pays for her ticket onto a ship. "Any prospects of work maybe?" The man grumbles to her and shoo's her aboard. Her heart sinks to the bottom of her stomach, as she looks over the gate, people shoving into her as her boots scuff along the deck to get a closer look to the docks. "I am going to miss you brother and Awn.... but there is nothing there for me now, I can do this alone, I ask strong enough to be anyone I wish, but that will never be here. ....."

When the ship finally decides to descend, she pulls a knife from her boot, her eyes scanning the deck, she raises the blade to her hair and hold a hunk of it in her other hair, with enough tension the blade slices right through it, she holds her hand over the side releasing her hand. All the gate has left of her now is what it took from her in the first place.