I'll admit it - when that man in Cardonicus said "Go get the slaver" and a dress appeared, I was reticent, at best. But! Never have I met a free woman so snippy nor a player so unapologetically kind! I think it took maybe 2 RP posts before I was neutral, and within a week or so, I considered you "friend". Your character owned mine, and we had a ball trying to get you enough coin for a new pair of shoes. More fun yet was getting to know you, learn from you, and generally be captivated by your infectious optimism.
We seemed to end up in the same places from then on, through one alt or another, from that original Free Woman/slave combo to panther girls legging it from docks and stealing canoes. I'll miss those times. But there will be other Free Women, and there will be other Panther girls. There will never be another 'you'.
Thank you for sitting with me for hours on end. Thank you for pretending that the death of my cat was important enough to cry over for a week. Thank you for thinking that you were showing me your 'ugly', while you merely displayed the depths to which you were beautiful. Thank you for showing me that there are mental people on the other side of the world, too! Thank you for your kindness, and for breaking the news to me softly. Thank you for never giving up. Ever.
I loved you and I will miss you oh so very much, my Mistress with the ugly shoes.
]Oor Breen: Can I confide in you?
]Allison Cortes: Of course.