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Tiegra woke to the familiar sound of chirping birds she had fallen asleep on the porch swing again. Ever since nana died she had begun to do this. She felt restless like she didn't belong where she was so she channelled that restlessness into energy to fuel her furious practices of swordplay, knife fighting, archery, gymnastics, and kickboxing. She had begun lessons at the age of six after she had begged nana to let her and had become quite proficient at all of them.
Tiegra was 19 now and she had dropped out of school at the age of fifteen to get a job and to care for her aging guardian. Greta could not work, and the checks she got from the government were not nearly enough to keep them both fed and pay the bills. Tiegra worked as a sort of gypsy often performing traditional dances for large crowds. She loved to dance it brought her great pleasure and before nana had been ill she was planning on becoming a professional dancer.
After her nana's death she stopped, she just couldn't put her heart into it anymore, and began a simple job as a waitress tired though she was of the lewd comments. She was extremely pretty her golden-auburn hair reached her waist she was of average height and was curvy and muscled but she exuded an aura of gentleness and gracefulness she had pointy ears and senses that could almost be described as inhuman. She was a very kind girl always willing to help and always cheerful and polite, she loved books and sports, she was funny and smart, and she got along with almost everyone. She also had a temper to be ware of if you managed to make her angry getting on the next lunar shuttle could not save you! After her nana's death she became withdrawn and slightly cold to everyone. Tiegra threw herself into her work and her training with steely determination, if not her previous fiery passion and she honed her skills becoming just as deadly as she was beautiful.
She spent her free time on the porch swing staring out at the hills that she had played around as a child, or reading. She missed her nana her heart ached for its missing pieces first for the parents she had never known, then for a love that was even better than the kind you read about in fairy tales, and now for her guardian, the woman who raised her. Her only family.
Tiegra went mechanically through her days drowning in her grief, feeling that relentless restlessness, her only comfort in the beautiful silver necklace that she assumed was given to her by her parents. It was exquisite like solidified moonbeams; the pendant was in the shape of vines of silver encasing a blue-green crystal that shone with a light of its own. It was worth a small fortune with the amazing detail it was carved in and she had almost sold it once when times were particularly tough. Looking back on it she was glad she hadn't, the pendant was after all the only link she had to her parents besides the hazy memories of people she had never before met that she knew only as Adar and Naneth.