Legends of Belariath
Rowlara
How to describe the world of Rowlara?
Long since passed from relative to relative, mainly because the lovely little chit as a child had been more then a handfull. Her parents had been killed in a raid of Wolven and perhaps this is why she had superstitious dreams and ideals revolving around the furred creatures. No matter however, for she'd been given to an elderly aunt that had spoilt the little sweetness to no end, she had an attitude that all would serve even though in the end it had been her choice to serve them.
Yet said aunt had not lasted all that long, up until Row was discovering the men about her little village, at the tender age of eleven, her aunt had died of a fever that had spread to most of those to old for any kind of immune system to the very young who's parents hadn't the slightest idea of how to deal with such things. This perhaps was the beginning of Rowlaras need to learn and delve into the Healers arts. Never again would she be left to pace along floors in worry, never able to help. And perhaps it was about this time that her spoilt nature changed. From someone that had been haughty to one that felt talent was wasted when a clever mind and nimble fingers could find a cure. True to this new ideal, her next set of relatives she was given to found life with this child not a dream but a Nightmare! Forever were they out looking for the child whom had picked up a book from one of the local if not older healers and gone out searching for Herbs to study and test. Never did the chit come home when called nor keep a promise to be there for supper. And it only grew worse in the next two years, now the tender age of thirteen. They finally threw their hands in the air and shuffled her off to live with a distant cousin whom was more then happy to have a spry young thing come and help him with the work of owning a Farm and Rowlara was only to thrilled to be on one. Oh.. Tani didn't treat her badly at all. Overworked perhaps, but she was far to small and never did quite grow as tall as he might have liked to bale the hay properly. But she was turning into a grand little vet for his animals and all in all she could cook rather well. So it was up before the sun rose and down as the sun set and yet though she adored her new life, her healing skills were just starting to bloom and her knowledge was more forthcoming and easily dealt with and around.Seventeen and she'd attracted more boys then the sturdy Tani could deal with. He'd chased off a number of them with his pitchfork but it was a little hard to get the message across when this chit with an overflow of cleavage only egged it on.
He finally waited and decided one more year and he'd send her off before she started popping out some brats that wouldn't reach a very good height either.
The day of her final year ended when she was now all of eighteen. Tani came to her at the fall of the sun, patted her on that mane of thick red locks and explained very carefully about the Birds and the Bees. And Rowlara? She giggled through it all and then proceeded to tell HIM about the ways of Man and woman.. and whom was really the true manipulator. He'd shook his head, shocked and walked out having left a bag of coins for the Witch to take with her on the rise. Given her a horse to take on the way and sell if possible and swatted her out the door the minute the sun rose.
With a pack on her back and herbal knowledge within that seemingly odd fluff headed girls head she happily did skip right on off, well aware of what was out there, thanks to her grand years of raising. And a Cousin that had raised her as best he could
Yet all this is now history, for the human had long since plopped her curves and waves into the sparse town of Belariath, those leafy hues finding those that would amuse her to spice up life, not that she didn't have enough of that. Plenty. It was all about moving and shaking things up, showing a facade of twithood and moving along as if she were the focus and you the suns that shone upon her. It was strange really, for the curved wonder had avoided rape once to oft, either by odd joke or perhaps by turning the tables. All except for one. Dark elves, such strange creatures themselves. One she loved and lived with and now one that had used silence as a tool. She'd been hunted and run like some phenominal fop and tripped right into the spiders lair. Ahh well, something learned was something gained. It was harsh here, had always been that way, you adapted or else.
Ahh, but onto more fun matters shall we? We spoke of the Moriel the beauty lived with and loved. Ray`el, what a tease! She did adore him and the Goddess knew she wouldn't know how to live her life wtihout him and her slaves. Slaves? Such a tiny odd creature owned slaves? OH my yes! Two of them. Oft was it she was laughed at when she would tell someone..”Slave? Oh yes, my barbarian. So darned cute, and that bottom.. and ooooh.. the muscles. What was that? Are you laughing at me?” Then she'd turn just so and point to the hulking handsome human walking her way and laughter turned to stunned silence as he knelt by those feet and she'd call him her 'Lil' love. So he was. Kilraine had meshed a bit of his soul to her heart. Someday, she might free him. If he asked, but right now, he was quite a bit more and rather needed. Now the new slave, what a treasure she would tell you. Lovely Drak Sen. So very well mannered and such a doll. She couldn't wait to take the girl shopping! Oh yes, Row is a clothes horse. Actually, Row is a lot of things and what stuns one most of all, is she goes from smacking lips and tossing locks coupled with giggles that make one just want to pat her head, shake their own and wonder how the hell they got caught up in conversation with her, to the sudden whiplash intelligence that just flares out of nowhere. A paragon perhaps..
She is.. just Row.