Reyna T'lath Email:racain_alane_kardoc_etto@hotmail.com Lives: in Gum Gooloo Gum Jublet, on the borderline of the district where teachers live. Occupation: Retired pirate and Miser of Free Time. (MoFT) Comments: "Well, I don't do much nowadays. I used to be a very vicious pirate in my younger years, which is somewhat surprising to some who have only known the me of today. I like to collect colored bottles and balls of string. I also like to create wind chimes made of yarn and dry, sun bleached pieces of wood from the seashore. It makes a pleasing, melodious sound on warm, breezy summer days. Now, my hair is a mix between red and a light auburn, and it curls towards the ends. It falls down to about mid-back, but I am looking forward to getting it cut to about shoulder-length. Some describe my face as "sophisticated" and "beautiful". I don't know about that, but seeing as yet I have no mirrors in my home, they could be right and I would never know. Though, others (whom are not my favorite acquaintances) tease me for rebellious freckles that dot my nose. I measure up to five feet six, and although I have abandoned the career of pirating, I still enjoy wearing bandannas on my head. My usual attire is a well-worn, loose-sleeved white shirt (more of a creamy white hue now) with a V-neck. The material bunches at my thin wrists, and the shirt is a bit long, therefore falling past my waist and stopping at mid-thigh. I use a belt to carry pouches (in which I store pieces of yarn and smooth pebbles). On my feet are brown leather boots with lightly tarnished copper buckle! s, which run up the sides of the boots. I don't really like carrying weapons anymore, except for a small, very plain dagger I use for sharpening sticks or whittling driftwood. Well, I best be off...farewell! Come over whene'er you please!" The word "MoFT" is engraved somewhat messily over Reyna's door. Inside, wooden planking is covered with thick, crimson rugs, and velvet couches and footstools are scattered around. Bundles of scented candles rest on small tables stationed beside the couches. The whole room is rather warm, and the scented candles makes it a sort of dreamy, sleepy atmosphere. An odd sight rises from the center of the room. It happens to be a tree, growing out of a hole in the floor. The branches were carefully curved upwards and inwards, and lack leaves. The curving of up and in creates a round, hollow ball. A ladder leads up to an opening in the Tree-dome (Which Reyna likes to call it). Inside of the Tree-dome is a wooden floor, and covering the floor is a large, soft feather bed. Pillows line the walls of the Tree-dome, and large hollowed-out avocado pits hang from the ceiling, so whenever one is touched, it knocks into another, producing a hollow clunking sound. Colored bottles are lined on several shelves, throwing rainbows of light upon the opposite wall, due to the candlelight that shines through the cracks between the branches from below.