She would never be found in a dress nor with make-up covering her face. Why enhance what is or isn't beauty? "Is she kind as she is fair? For beauty lives with kindness." Instead she wears a white poets shirt embroidered with black thread and tight-fitting leather pants to aid in her movement. After all, she was taught the skill of the sword from her father. Black polished boots lace up to her knees and a sword, passed down to her from her father, a Keltoi sword, hangs at her side. Who would know that a dagger was tucked away in one boot, within her reach? Her raven black waves flow down to the middle of her back, but most of the time those waves were restrained into a braid. A white stone, which once belonged to her mother, hangs around her neck, waiting to be held within the warmth of her small milky white hand. Her eyes are the brightest of greens, yet pale. And she stands at only five....feet...tall.
Not your average mother, huh? Yes, indeed it's true. She's been blessed with two beautiful fair angels with blonde curls and twinkling seagreens about eight years ago and another along the way by her beloved husband, Darden FitzCant. The children were conceived in love, in marriage; a marriage that ended when doubts arose. She wasn't ashamed to flaunt her love in public. In fact, she was oblivious she did so. But apparently the man she thought loved her was too ashamed to even merely kiss her cheek. But now she was happily married to her Guardian Angel, becoming the star to a man that thought she would never exist. She has a family, a good large enough family. First of all, to make known to all, her family consists of all of Heathfield and Yarborough, everyone of them. There's her adorable twin daughters, Brigid Luthe and Aine Morgan Maclaine; her cousin Luthe Natali, second lady of Heathfield and the godmother of her children. There's her grandfather Mornifen Syn, co-guild commander of F.U.C.K and the Heathfield ice cream man. And her cousin in England, Lord Christopher Edwards and her own little sister Morrigan Fate Leighton (Kasha's look alike).
Yarborough had turned to dust, blending in with the dirt of the earth thanks to the Invaders fire which more than likely was linked with her step-mother, Genvieve de Duvelle. The word came to her as the devestated Duke(Christopher at the time -- another long story) sought her out, perhaps for support, perhaps for help. Whatever the reason, she was glad that James O'Connelly had remained with her cousin. A chest of her true inheritance was presented to her along with the letter of her deceased father, speaking of more truths. Her cousin had been fatally wounded and would have been unable to perform his duties, even for his grandfather's estates, so he renounced his claim on Yarborough and left it to the rightful Duchess. And now, just north of Heathfield, the ashes of New Yarborough lay as it was nearly rebuilt, perhaps the additional word was not approved by the gods and goddesses. So the extra word was outed and the renewal of life was in the process, and not just the renewal of Yarborough, but a renewal of Kasha's life... a new life, and she prayed a new love would forever be.
