All tattoos mean something.
Every one tells its own story, and to one trained to read these stories they can show you who this person is.
He lightly ran his fingers around the edge of the sun tattoo that graced her right shoulder. It spoke of her heritage, telling him that she was of a direct line of decent to the ancient pharaohs of mighty Egypt. He traced the Ankh resting hevaly on her left shoulder, a perminate reminder of her days spent as the Ker's guardian. The pair of hearts adorning either hip marked her as one of the best dancers Egypt had to offer. Incraved around her right wrist were the flames that proved to all that she was a master thief, known in history as the "Queen of Thieves" along with her childhood friend the "King". The flowers that roped her ankles informed him that she had once been a palace slave, though the multitude of faint, criss- cross, scaring clarifiyed that she had never had a master, only an owner at best, though she had no doubt gone through several of those. The purple-black mark on her left arm showed she had been a spell- caster, and the embelished black butterfly on her mid-back placed her as a master of the art. The barbed – wire that wraps around her right arm tells him that she had once been a soldger, no doubt a swordsman with her amasing presicion. The two markers behind her ears say that she at been an advisor at court, and that she had at one point lost her sight. The Kohl- like ink on her eyes speak of her abilities as a Seer, the markings being gifts from the Rod and Neckless. As he traced around the dragon lying on her lower back, he learned that she had at one point been a dragon master and trainer. At last his fingers reached the last mark on her, two small roses with connecting black stems. This, though the smallest of her tattoos, was easily the most important. Those little roses told him that she was a bridge between the two worlds of Yami and Hikari. That she had crossed that line time and time again as the need arose. It informed him the equilibrium that she had searched for had finally been found. Her soul was at peace. Seth sighed as she shifted closer to him, silently fighting off yet another nightmare. This girl, though young in appearance, had a very old soul, almost older than his in fact. She was a lot of things to him: a friend, a teacher, a student, a savior. She was a queen, a princess, and a slave. She protected him from danger, just as he protected her from her dreams. She was very special. Her job as a Guardian had long since ended, but she still watched and waited. She was always willing to help. But most of all, she was his Chistmas mirical, and he hoped she'd always be.