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Date Posted: 18:16:43 07/19/05 Tue
Author: Cadyth Meson
Subject: Fiery

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Name: Cadyth Meson
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance: Long, wavy red hair flowing to her lower back, striking emerald green eyes, stands about 5�7� and is slender but healthy.
Class Level: Commoner
Profession: Seamstress

Writing Sample:

Cadyth brushed yet another stray strand of ruby hair out of her long eyelashes as she attempted to thread her needle for the third time. The day had not been off to a good start. She had woken up a half hour later than her small shop was supposed to open, pricked her finger on her first stitch of the day and nearly stained her eldest sister�s wedding dress, torn the hem of her skirt on a rampaging rose bush, and now this needle refused to cooperate at all. She let out a frustrated sigh and rummaged through her basket for another needle. Satisfied that she had found a suitable replacement she set out to thread this new one, and once completed, began her delicate stitching. The fabric seemed to come alive and flow like water through her fingers. Artistic stitches manifested themselves onto the canvas of the sapphire skirt she grasped in her hand. Her face softened into a smile as her masterpiece neared completion. A small sigh escaped her lips as she set the completed work of art into her basket. Her sister was going to love it.

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[ read inside --- >] -- EL2, 14:26:24 07/20/05 Wed