A Matter of Who I Am
Chapter Twenty-One
(Namill)

A Matter of Who I Am
Chapter Twenty
(Jelnaya)

I would wear a dress. My crystalline armor had a skirt around my thighs and not the leggings of a man. The fact that I was a lady did not bother me at all, and as a member of my gender I would wear a dress.

A Matter of Who I Am
Chapter Nineteen
(Namill)

A Matter of Who I Am
Chapter Eighteen
(Namill)

While the others spoke to Marekel, I stayed calm with the satisfaction that indeed we were returning along the path we had traveled to get to Davelda. It however troubled me that Marekel had been successful. We were not just returning with more victims, but those of whom I might have to worry about facing. While I tried to stay calm, I found myself very unsatisfied with the results of Marekel's journey.

A Matter of Who I Am
Chapter Seventeen Part Two
(Jelnaya)

A Matter of Who I Am
Chapter Seventeen Part One
(Jelnaya)

A Matter of Who I Am
Chapter Sixteen
(Namill)

I was going to the kitchen to get something for my daughter when I saw Jelnaya leave with a glass of something. She saw me, and changed her path to meet me. Understanding that she wanted to talk, I looked at the glass and made an assumption.

“Were you also desiring a glass of warm milk before going to bed?”

“What? Uh, no. Actually, this is very cold milk, a vanilla shake. I am going to bed however.”

A Matter of Who I Am
Chapter Fifteen
(Namill)

The supper with all that would be going on the mission bothered me heavily. All of those that had joined Marekel were more qualified than the soldiers he had brought with him. As I sat at the table, I found myself actually considering accepting my place with my daughter. An inner fire however built in intensity, and I found myself after the meal bothered by my thoughts that wanted me to send Marekel and all his companions to their deaths.

A Matter of Who I Am
Chapter Fourteen
(Jelnaya)

Dumourl and I both kept our promises to each other, although we both spoke of thinking that we could have used a few more hours of sleep. A few soldiers took to the challenge of taking us on separately, but they quickly bowed out. Neither Dumourl nor I had come out for a simple period of exercise, but we were preparing for taking on things much more threatening than a soldier.

A Matter of Who I Am
Chapter Thirteen
(Jelnaya)

I found myself completely enjoying my time with Irgamy. He was nothing like the other men that had come to court me. While others claiming some accomplishments had sought my hand, they were either arrogant louts or dreary dreamers. Irgamy had a personality that declared his successes were real, but also that a life with him would be fun.