LyraSyrlic 
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Part 2 of Song's Story
A black beak sliced thru the air, rending flesh from bone and slaughtering an innocent. White robes, trimmed in yellow shredded. Crimsion droplets polka-dotted the fine fabric deepening to an almost violet color at the source of the tear.
Song's mother's broken body lay in a pool of blood. The War Tarn unwilling to give up its meal stood over the body and shrieked its challange to man and beast.
The gold tarns disks did little to assuage the agony of those left behind. Two lives were forever changed that day.
As it was, the event was often privately relived in the nightmares of a young girl.
As Song grew she accompanied her father everywhere; learning the trade and making friends. But time and time again she was drawn to the players. When her work was finished she would go and watch them, a young free woman, ever interested in the game.
Then came the day excited whispers passed her fathers Merchant stand. Slave girls tittered and giggled mentioning 'The Kaissa Player.' Always interestd in seeing new players she hurried to close up the Shop for the midday break so she could go and see 'The Player.'
She hurried with the others to the usual gathering place and watched the players set up their boards. It was not unheard of for people to crowd around the players to watch one great name play another. Today was no exception. Song twisted and shoved her way to the front. A dark shock of black hair wove its way thru the crowd. A murmur went up. Voices nearest her could be heard saying ' The Player,' 'The Player,' in tones similar to reverance.
Being tall herself she waited to see 'The Player' come into view. As he turned his head seeking the place he was to set up for his next game his eyes came to rest on hers. Song was taken completely off guard at the youth that stood before her. Tall and as broad as a rarius this strapping young man stepped up to her.
"Tal," he said as he sidled by her to get to his table.
"Ah, uhm, Tal," She was finally able to blurt out.
Unable to stop herself from staring, she quickly retreated to a safe distance to watch him play.
"By the Kings he's handsome," she breathed.
For days she followed him. From one place to the next she sought to watch him, careful to remain a safe distance. It would not do to have her suffer chain luck on for simple curiousity. So she watched and dreamed of him often. yet when asked if she knew of him she would deny ever knowing of his existance.
Time marched on and still he lingered in her thoughts. Even visitng her in her dreams.
And then she became smitten. A young player captured her attention and interest. he was a tall youth, with la torvis kissed black hair. Oh how she fawned over him.
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