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There once was a girl born to the ocean. She was wild and free and none could tame her. Her brother, Aegis, was chieftain of their shav tribe, the Rivenshari. The responsible one. He was strong of arm and of mind. She was the mercurial breeze in the wind, taken by the spirits and given knowledge for her sight. Her other sisters were jealous of her gifts, and tried to call Petra crazy but her brother knew that her visions were true. For many years, she used her clarity to guide the tribe to safe paths. She met a man, a good strong mate who made the whispers on the wind weaker. The more she fell, the less she listened. Aegis didn't give censor because he was happy that his sister had found her husband. She married and they had a beautiful daughter two years later. Life was so beautiful. She was so happy. She focused on her hearth and home. Her family gave her plenty of love. She made sure they were close to Aegis because deep down she knew their fates were intertwined. Then the darkness came. She didn't watch for the signs. She was too happy, content. She wasn't looking. The demon lord, Brand, came and ripped her tribe to shreds. Forced his dark magic into their bodies and made them slaves. She will never forget the horror of watching her beloved husband cut down by Oathland swords at the siege wall. Her daughter's scream as a sword plunged through her chest. The fortune teller wished for death that day but it did not come. Instead she was focused to move on, to continue. Luckily, Aegis' legacy was still alive and ever since she has replaced her dead child with his. They are her life now. She will not close her eyes in the face of happiness. She will remain vigilant and faithful.

Petra may be the matriarch of the Rivenshari clan but that does not distract from her beauty. Her dusky skin is still as smooth as it was in her youth, her heavy-lidded gaze has a way of seeing all and her graceful feet always dance in the moonlight. It's only with a closer look does one notice the things which hint at her age: the fine lines around her eyes, the weariness of her smile and the faint scars on her hands and arms from years of knife fighting. Framing her face are glossy chestnut locks left wild and free with braids tucked here and there amongst them. Dark ribbons and cloth are woven through the plaits, bells and bangles hanging off their ends -- they sometimes catch the eye but are more often heard rather than seen, the charms chiming softly whenever she moves.

To strangers, Petra is the smiling fortune teller who will read your palm and tell you about the dark stranger in your future. To believers, she is the seer that knows all, sees all. To her family, she is a fierce protector who uses her connection to the spirits and the beyond to safeguard their future. For everyone, she takes no prisoners when it's House Rivenshari on the line. While many of her age are starting to watch their children grow and make their own families, she is rebuilding her own by guiding her niece and nephew to their next steps, while trying to put her grief for her dead husband and daughter behind her.