About me: The name the crotchety old miser who found me in a basket in the forest gave me was Lasairiona. If I had any friends, they'd call me Lasair, but I really don't like people all that much.
Well, okay, that's not true. People are all right, as long as they don't touch me, talk to me, or look at me.
The little old witch woman who lives hidden in the forest tells me that Lasair means flame. She thinks it fits with my flaming red hair.
If she only knew how well it really fit me, the fire that flies from my fingertips...
...Oh, I'm not supposed to talk about that, though.
When the humans discover my flames, they either try to capture me or kill me, so it's probably best I keep that to myself for now.
It's not like no one knows.
The man who most think is my father, he knows. Of course, that's because I burned down his house when I was ten seasons old, and he kicked me out on my own. Been fine on my own since then though.
The wind guy knows. He is fascinating. Don't tell him I said so though. I like to watch him. A real comedy of errors that one.
But though he draws my fascination, the one that gets me the most is the dark haired, blue eyed man who haunts me dreams, with the same face, but different eyes as the windchanger...
...Humm, I've got it bad, I tell you. I burn for him, literally.
So, that's me in a nutshell, a fiery redhead, literally and figuratively. Hey, I sound kind of dangerous, don't I?
Who I'd like to meet: Guthrie - The WINDCHANGER of the prophecy. I know of him, an I have watched him following me, but he doesn't know I've seen him. He's gorgeous, brilliant, but mischievous to the point of being a danger to himself and those around him. Oh, but he can fan my flames...(sigh)
Conaire - no one else knows where Conaire has gone, but we do know of the destruction he left before his exit - he is the EARTHDWELLER. They say he seeks me, but what they don't know is, he's turned. He's evil. He held me in his grasp for a time, in his dungeon. My quest now? To find him, and make him pay for the damage he's done to me.
There is a man who haunts my dreams at night, and his face appears in my waking moments too. I burn for him, long for him, desire him in a way I've never felt before. In my dreams, this man can touch me. No other, save Conaire, can touch me, and even he is singed each time. The dark hair, crystal blue eyes like pools of water... is he the WATERBEARER of the prophecy? I hope so, because if I truly am, as they say, the reincarnation of the goddess of the prophecy, then he is to be my mate.
Now there's an idea I could sink my teeth into... seriously. Oh, yeah, baby.
