Disclaimer: None of the Tortall characters belong to me, they're all Tammy's peeps
She was tall but not too tall and definitely not too short. She was fine-boned but solid, with small subtle curves, there for the right eye to see. If you just glanced at her you'd miss the underlying kindness, the subtle charisma that she contained. Powerful muscles moved gracefully under her scarred, sun-tanned skin. Her straight, glossy smooth hair suited her perfectly. It's soft brown mousy colour matching her skin. She normally kept her hair short, cutting it to the bottom of her ears but when she let it grow long the locks twisted around her neck like a cat and a few would fall to frame her face, drawing people's eyes to gaze upon her quiet beauty, missed by many.
She walked with purpose, her back straight and her head held high upon her neck. She was comfortable being who she was, happy with her friends and her family, happy helping her people find their place in this harsh land. She was always polite, except when others dared to mistreat what was hers. When she spoke with passion her eyes, normally the colour of forest green swirled together with melted chocolate, so captivating they were almost unbelievable, and framed by long, curled lashes, a dreamers eyes, became a whirlwind even if her face remained calm. Her lips were always quick to smile to a friend, a child or an animal in need. Men may be attracted to her and some may actually ask her out to try their luck, but only the brave ones, normally they would just follow her with their eyes and wonder. They were scared of her, of her power, of her strength, of the danger lurking within.
She was not an evil person, not at all, but nor was she an angel. She lived in a dangerous crowd, her family were loving, but could be harsh and distant, her friends were rough but caring, and she was deadly but also gentle and protective. There were rumours about her, rumours about what had happened to her. Not many knew for sure because they were too frightened to ask. If they did ask they would learn the truth and wish they had lived in denial. She was twenty years of age, trying to live out her life without bad memories and nightmares of the past and right now she was strolling around her home, searching for someone. Someone who had been brave enough to ask her out, someone who had been brave enough to ask for the truth, someone brave enough to become close to her.
Someone brave enough to love her.
Someone brave enough to love Keladry of Mindelan.