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Kim Ford
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Kimberly Ford is twenty-four, and a medical student at the University of Toronto. Lighthearted and laughing, impulsive and mischievous and kind, she has a close circle of friends and when not at her studies, working as an intern, or at home with her roommate Jennifer Lowell, is often to be found with them at one event or another.

Then, one Friday night in early May, Kim and her friends were among those at Convocation Hall to hear a talk by the reclusive Dr. Lorenzo Marcus -- who in reality turned out to be Loren Silvercloak, mage of Paras Derval, and who took the five of them through a crossing between the worlds to Fionavar, which is the first and the world that all others reflect.

After that, nothing would ever be the same.

"Ah!" cried the old woman then on a sharply taken breath. And in the softest thread of a whisper added, after a moment, "I have awaited you for so long now, my dear."

And only Kim herself had seen the spasm of fear that had crossed Ysanne's face before she spoke those quiet words like a benediction.

"How?" Kim managed to stammer. "What do you mean?"

Ysanne smiled. "I am a Seer. The dreamer of the dream." And somehow, Kim knew what that meant, and there were sudden, bright tears in her eyes.

In addition to everything else that she may be or become, Kim Ford is a Seer, and the Seer of Brennin. Given sight and understanding by the bannion's flowerfire and with the knowledge of the Tapestry spun deep within her by the being Eilathen, Kim is no longer an innocent girl. White-haired and gray-eyed, she bears twinned souls within her, a green vellin stone of protection on her wrist and a red ring on her right hand that occasionally flames with the power to demand, to bind and compel: the Baelrath, the Warstone of the wild magic and a thing not made by man, often lost and found only when there is need for its use.

And there will be need.

There was no peace, no serenity anywhere. She carried none, had none to grant, she wore the Warstone on her hand. She would drag the dead from their rest, and the undead to their doom.

What was she that this should be so?

Kim Ford is from the Fionavar Tapestry, and is the property of Guy Gavriel Kay. She appears here solely for the purpose of role-playing in milliways_bar, from which no profit whatsoever is being made. Questions and comments should be sent to silveraspen by private message, email (aspen-at-silveraspen-dot-net), or over AIM (Aspenx3).