Its late in the evening and Simone is feeling restless for the outdoors and escape the confines of her empty space.  There is nothing she likes more than to ride like the wind with reckless abandon on Mystery her faithful horse.  Given to her as a young girl by her father on one of his many trips of "obligation" to see her.  Simone lets her hair down and shakes it free and changes into some leather leggings perfect for riding but somewhat unconventional for a Lady and walks out into the night air.  Asharru approaches immediately already used to her night time adventures.  Simone raises an eyebrow at him curiously.  Please.....she silently conveys the need to be alone.  The firm look he gives her lets her know its not going to happen.  He looks over her appearance....do you know what could happen to a woman dressed like that?  Simone rolls her eyes at him and says as she passes...there will be no one about this time of night.  Simone whispers Mysterys name and she hears him nicker in his stable.  Thomas already has him saddled and ready for her.  Mystery prances in aticipation for their ride tonight.  She mounts him and sings softly in his ear and with a great rush he takes off through the country side.  Simone feels giddy at the cold wind rushing over her.  She feels free......

Upon reaching the tavern her hair is a wild mess but she smells of the earth and wind and nature.  Her spirits are high.  She has high hopes for the response she hopes to see posted.  Her heart fills with compassion after reading a note written on behalf of Danichta of Cove.  The wheels start to turn in her mind.   Chewing her bottom lip she tries to think of a way to teach the uneducated to read but not ask alot in return from them.  She comes up with an idea immediately.  She believes herself to be a wonderful cook and thinks to just hone her skills a bit she would see if Danichta would give her some additional cooking lessons.  "Its not as though I need them," she says outloud. "I mean I can cook......." (She thinks of her most recent attempt) She clears her throat...."I just need a few tips is all," she assures herself.

With pen in hand she dips her quill and writes:

To Danichta of Cove, it would be my honor to teach those struggling in the area of reading and writing.  Please let me know a way to contact you regrading this matter.  As for a fee, (She pauses unsure what to write...it is a public message board and she wouldnt want anyone to think....she a woman....couldn't cook.)
I know how to cook but if there is a chance  you are skilled in the area of baking I could use a few recipes and perhaps we could bake something together?  (Simone's face turns a deep red...mortified at leaving this message) Let me know your thoughts on the matter. 

Simone Fairchild

Simone looks for Asharru in the darkness knowing he is there.  Asharru I believe its time to break out the ale we brought from Elyssia Vale.  He looks at her oddly and before he could react she was racing out of town. 

Preview - Re: A note posted to the tavern bulletin board

Simone approaches the board to see if there are any available carpenters....One word stands out.  Footslave.. She quivers inwardly and says softly.  "Whatever is a footslave?"  She glances over her shoulder to see if anyone is around.   She wrinkles her eyebrows and wonders if footslaves are clean individuals.  She ponders what to do.  Before she responds to his request she decides to find out exactly what a foot... slave is.  She wanders away from the board deep in thought...no need for a librarian but plenty of need for a tavern wench!  Typical male....She laughs remembering fond days working at the Oak and Thistle.  Leading men around by the noses and enjoying every second of it...Yes, she laughs quietly to herself...perhaps I need to check out the tavern positions as well. 

Simone smiles with pride as she takes in the view of her new home.  It is a peaceful area and it looks so much like the house she grew up in.  She frowns and says aloud, "How ever will I entertain in this place?  Her voice echos through the empty rooms.  "I need to find a craftsmen and purchase some furniture!"  Nothing delights her more than to decorate and redecorate.  She goes up to what will someday be her bed chamber and out of her meager belongings she has brought with her lays out a long skirt.  "This will never do...What if I run into HIM!"  "I can't have him see me in this!"  She walks around her bedroom deep in thought gently biting her long tapered nail.  She plays with her hair a bit and then decides she has no other choice until she learns the craft herself.  She mutters something about missing Azalin her trusted seamstress for 10 years.  After bathing she brushes her long blonde hair to a golden shine and lets it fall in waves down her back and changes into the outfit she has decided on.  She does not possess a mirror and has to rely on her good judgement that she is presentable.  She gets her perfume bottle and removes the stopper.   The spicy, exotic smell invades her room and fills her sences.  She dabs a little in the right spots and smiles becomingly and says soflty..."I am ready as I will ever be." 

She decides to walk to Cove and see if she can find the help she needs.  Several  hours later, her feet sore and her attitude to match she is exhausted.  She reaches into her bag where there is always a pen and ink and writing paper and decides a new approach.  In lovely handwriting she writes,

Citizens of Cove,
I am looking to purchase some furniture and need the services of a carpenter.

Simone Fairchild

She tacks it up on the tavern door.  She rolls her eyes thinking, they're not even going to know who I am.....Nervous she bites her lip and takes the note back down and adds this post script.

I am also looking for work as a Librarian.  If there is a need in Cove for a Librarian please contact me.  I have extensive work in the area.

She smiles and hopes for the best......Tacking the note back up she plans to stop by later and see if there has been any replies.  On her way home she passes some wild flowers and picks many to fill a vase she will set on the floor  of her empty home and tucks a few of the fragrant  buds behind her ear.  Singing softly she makes her way home again.

Standing at threshold between her Realm and another she glances for a final time at what she was leaving behind.  Silent tears fall gently from her eyes.  She wonders if her decision to begin a new life will be in her best interest.  She shivers at the evil that seeks her and knows she has no choice.  She never thought she would run from it.  She is the illustrious leader of the House of Mystar whose homelands reside in Elyssia Vale.  She did not obtain her position by being weak.  Weakness is something Simone cannot abide in herself or in others.  She has had to be strong for so many reasons, so many things that had to be overcome.  So many men she had to prove her worth to and so many in society who laughed at her nobility which contained gypsy blood.  Thoughts of her mother pass through her mind and she trembles with grief.  How she had missed her these past years but it was her spirit that made Simone the woman that she was.  She raised Simone to be a lady in public but very much a woman behind closed doors....and her father?  A duke in his own right.....but it was that right that made him abandon her mother for what society deemed fitting for his station.  These thoughts make Simone feel defeat but quickly she squares her shoulders and embraces herself for the steps she will now take.  She looks down at her appearence and jumps.  This will never do!  She runs her hands over her smooth, elegant dress.  She quickly braids her long, blonde hair and then chastens herself for not planning better.  To start over I must begin at the bottom, she mutters to herself but her chin is quivering.  No one can know who I am.  I must become someone else I guess....she says softly.....the silver ring around her finger burns and she looks in the darkness for her protector that is magically bound to her ring.  He is standing behind her....Simone jumps.  Asharru!  He puts a strong hand on  her shoulder and feels her trembling form.  Simone, you are a light unto the world that will never be extinguished.  You may need to change your surroundings but you will always be the woman I have come to admire and respect.  Simone is taken by surprise.  They spend half of the time fighting over her head strong ways.  She looks away from him trying to hide her feelings but the protector's ring gives her away.  All her feelings pass from her through the  magical bond they share and he feels her grief as if it is his own.  How did you think you could manage leaving without me?  He asks her.  She raises her head and looks him in the eyes.  I knew that I could not, she says matter of factly.  You don't have to do this....he says softly.  He will find me........she whispers.  He may anyway, he returns.  Simone sighs but quickly theres a new spark in her eyes.  My dream Asharru...that is what pulls me forward.  He is out there, I feel his spirit.  I feel his strength and wisdom.  Most of all I feel his heart.  He thinks of me in the quiet recesses of his mind.  Guiding me, leading me to him.  I do not know who he is or what he looks like but I will know the moment our eyes meet.  They meet me in my dreams each night.  She pauses... I feel like a simpering fool and I cannot bare it.  She stands up straight and whispers ever so soflty her trusted steeds name......Mystery......in moments he is there.  She sings softly in his ear and the gift of her song grants him more speed and agility.  She mounts him in lady like fashion already missing riding astride.  She and Asharru clasp hands and together walk through the light....She looks over  her shoulder every step of the way.  Is it to see her homeland slip away?  Or to see if the evil one follows her.......

On their arrival she goes to the inn and changes.  Looking in the mirror at her appearence she is pleased in her leather leggings and top.  With a sensual tilt to her eyes she moves her hands over her slim form and then quickly undoes her braids and lets loose her hair to fall in boundless waves about her hips.  Some habits will be hard to break, she bites her bottom lip worredly.  I hope I am up for the challenge she thinks to herself.  Surely I wont have to do any back breaking labor....I am a woman afterall.  I have never had a problem with men before she smiles triumphantly and I am sure I won't again.  Anyways...I am here to find him she whispers....let the hunt begin and she smiles brilliantly.

*ooc* I hope to start meeting members of the Cove community as I work my skills and learn the ways of the community.  I have been gone from UO for a couple years but come from one of the best Role Playing guilds in the Lake Superior community.  The rp community on ls is lacking and many have left.  I have several accts there and very established but perhaps it is time for change.  I have played Simone for 6 years and it is hard to change who she and I have become in the rp sense.  I am looking forward to a great time remolding parts of her and hoping to enhance both your game play and mine in the process.  My icq is 82627742.  Let me know if there is anything I can do to assist you.
Formally, Lady Simone Mystar of the House of Mystar.