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Karatheltia the Hunter

Dear Diary,

Master James says I should jot down my thoughts as a way to cope with the rigors of my archery and thaumaturgic training. I just think he wants me to improve my penmanship. Or maybe he feels that a young woman of my… ahem, development needs scholarship in order to repel suitors. Not as if I'm any Beauty of the Realm - olive skin, raven hair, and elven features are too exotic for some, just enough endowment to be annoying in bowmanship but not enough to win my way out of mischief, not that there's any time for that!

With riding and light blade practice to supplement magical training and bow work I barely have breathing time. Especially with graduation so near.

Well, I should return to my studies and to see what Fate has in store for me - today and in the many long days to come.

-Karatheltia the Hunter (To be).

Hunter Karatheltia

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Master James Heads a group of the town's Rangers and Scouts; a letter that my father left for my mother pointed me in his direction. The aging woodsman's clear eyes roved the letter three times before finally acknowledging the truth of it. He tested my knowledge of the bow and the craft with which I understood the forest and its magic - the same that ran through my father's veins, and mine.

Master James seems to be weighing me on some unseen scale. I can only hope I measure up.