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[zeyla]

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Life had been plodding along for the girl named Zeyla. Things had certainly been strange since the murder of her father and the subsequent suicide of her mother on the island of Verity. At first she'd thought that finally she would be free of the ghosts borne of that time of her life.

But oh how wrong she was.

Unto herself Zeyla remained a stranger, the feeling growing day by day. Where was that freedom she sought? It seemed as if she went through her days surrounded by ghosts. Unable to take joy from the simplest things, the girl had thrown herself headlong into her work.

The animals. Everything for the animals. They were blessedly free of human ideals and emotions. She often wondered if they realized their good fortune. Time passed, and with it her skills in animal husbandry skyrocketed into the realm of excellence. Those beasts she worked with proved to be well disciplined and trained with the utmost of care.

A stable-hand she knew over in Delucia saw how very ragged she appeared, and commented one day. He suggested she take some time off, relax, get 'in tune,' though she wasn't really sure what in tune really meant. But it sounded like a good idea.

Not being familiar with the concept of relaxing, Zeyla bought a new outfit, and headed toward Sanctus. At the hostelry, she stood before the fire as she had so many times in the past...in the time before. It was there she encountered a man who claimed to be from Vesper, along with a man who wore the old familiar colors of the kingdom. It seemed there was some sort of festivity going on at Mazewood, and she'd never been there.

It sounded like a plan, and so she went. The night passed rather uneventfully, though she was disdainful of some of the things she overheard at neighboring tables. For that matter, conversation at the table she found herself at lacked whatever it took to make her want to be sociable. More times than not through the evening, Zeyla remained quiet and introspective. When she was escorted back to Sanctus, it occurred to her that she really had no idea how to interact well with people.

She wondered: Was this a blessing, or a curse?