Mount & Blade Native Expansion

my name

My name is Catherine.
You can not imagine with what joy I'll announce it. Name, like nothing else calls you completely.
Because let me now impotent description of yourself I would have the tenth row faced with the fact that the details of my merciless creatures are multiplying like bacteria bezverno shares, managed to grasp only law - a geometric progression of reproduction.
say that I have gray eyes, and then we must add that in the silence they golubeyut, and at dawn blacken. Calculate the mole on his left hand, primeshsya by the right, and then realize that their number really tells you nothing about my hands. Find words for how are the hair, and you realize that since they have repeatedly changed their appearance, luster and color.
And then it becomes very frightened of what the word itself is not delayed, do not stop and did not freeze the subcutaneous pulse, consistently and tirelessly brings me to the future.
That's life we spend in pursuit of themselves - We call ourselves, describe, do something, then to tell someone that any action to immediately turn in indirect speech - just so you can keep time, to experience once again had escaped momentarily, to deceive his indifference, which, as an unearthly beauty, walks past us.
Only then always It turns out that all this made for indirect speech, and remains in it, remains a subject of conversation, experience, smakuemym strange mouth, which has already given to someone else's mouth all the juices, but we do not need anymore.
alone can not live, but when delishsya, then living is not for you.

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Catherine - my name, and it pleases me the fact that no changes in other languages. I think that the person whose name appears there is only one language, should be immensely scary.
My history started at the very moment when you opened the book and read my name. Only then was it possible to my existence, and with it, and my happiness. Only now I know that can not dissolve the abyss Cyrillic or Latin, that through my nine letters I appear before you, every time, sleeping in the middle of the wooden drawers of the XVII century, running on lavender meadow, smiling wind that whisks away the strong hand of my tears, circling in a deserted area.
In my stories, I'm going to tell you, there is nothing special or unusual. The only difference from your usual life in my story - I am a girl with her hair curly and wavy at night the day, with eyes blue and gray in silence among the least favorite people. The girl, who every 150 steps, turning right, which raises his eyes to the sky at noon and midnight, which never gathers the hair into a braid and always sneezes four times.
On the other hand, you might well not love me, my matted hair, and short-sighted soschurennye eyes, do not see where I look, when suddenly stopped in the street in the middle of the crowd. You were the full right to pass on, a second counted my birthmark. And then my story would be much sadder, but she would be mine, and I'm in such a case would still be your strange heroine.