 I am Lady Aaminah of Brundisium , born in Ar, during the the first passage hand in the month of En' Kara to the scribe and merchant, Davide of Brundisium, and my mother, the lovely Lady Hadara of Ar, daughter of Aman of Ar, and of the Caste of Scribes. She was known for her beauty and grace along with her sharp wit, deep modesty and true faith. My father was a learned man who became wealthy from
the merchant trade as he studied and offered his services as a scribe. I stand at 5.28 horts (around 5'6") and am delicate, being only five stones (120 lbs.). I am strong and have been trained to carry a dagger and in the use of poison pins, hidden in my dressed hair. I wear the veils of my station and my people. I take my dark, wavy tresses from my father but have my mother's coloring, and her hazel eyes that change with the mood of my heart.
While I was born in Ar and often stayed there with relatives, my home was the walled sea-port of Brundisium. Our house was exquisitely adorned with my mother's fine taste and my father's coin. Having no sons, I was treated with an unusual hand. My father expected much from his only child, providing many tutors to foster my knowledge of the world. Such began my love of the weaving of words and their ability to open a window into the thought expressed. He also took me with him against my mother's wishes on many long journeys both by land and sea, determined that I be prepared if I ever found myself alone. He was a wise trader and a man of honor that was respected but feared. His memory was long to every kindness and his anger cold and deep to those that would provoke him. I am my father's daughter. When I was 21, the treacherous Ubar of my home port conspired against Ar in the great Cosian invasion. My family and I were in Ar at the start and my parents were lost to it. A trusted friend of my father's, a sea merchant, took me to the island of Anango for my safety. There I have been for the last several years, acting as scribe to the same merchant and seeking peace in the solitude of my work. Upon the merchant's death, I was given the last holdings from my father's wealth: five pieces of gold. With this I left taking my slaves and guards and sailing for shore. I traveled a great distance to the plains, longing to see their wind-swept beauty for myself. I prayed for guidance as my mother had taught me and wandered until seeing the wagons of Harigga. I sought a new life, so I dismissed my slaves and guard, keeping only two gold coins and asking permission to enter. It was graciously granted and I was received with much kindness. In just a short time, my heart began to thaw and I found peace and safety among the Tuchuks. I have gone so far as to seek the guidance of your Haruspex, Razi, since Free Women here do not pray. My thoughts confirmed by my reading , I sought a new home here and was pleased to be accepted. |