She stared at him in awe
strutting about Delos
Sirens always on his arm
She was just a Tsol'aa Priestess, elegant I suppose
but when your fresh out of Minia
you hardly know where to go
His grin was magic
His body a paradise
though his mind was something to ponder
She deliberately took trips to Vinci's
and stood on the street corner
just to get a glimpse of her beloved
While her friends tittered girlishly
and laughed at her obsession
she knew in her heart he was different
And then one day
he looked her way
and she swore he smiled
That's when she found the courage
to tell him
of her feelings
When she did this he quite simply smiled
and ruffled her hair
and told her no way in hell
Her anger reverberated throughout the land
everyone heard her feeble shouts
as she stomped back to her home in Shallam
It was then she decided
she wasn't fit for Priest
and went to the other side
A few years later
when she had risin considerably
Zarachnor and Belladona feared her
She was Guildmaster and much more
on the verge of Black Dragon
leaving a trail of wails and cries in her midst
One day in Delos
getting some tragic items
she saw her jester from long ago
And slaughtered him on the spot
Then planted his head at NoT

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Ero, in the year 385 AF.