Clarysta's Got Back

…story that is.

But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the [one] who walked 1000 miles
To fall down at your door

Had to change the lyric there, obviously I’m not a Man – regardless of what my.lotro.com says.

When I first met The Champ, he’d send me a tell, “Whatcha up to?” “Running.” Well, it was that and “Killing dwarves”. The Lone-lands and North Downs are big places when you don’t have a horse. And about that time, I noticed all these people running around with white names, and I wondered what that was. Some of them had very elaborate bios, so I figured out how to edit mine and started typing. (Two years later, I finally figured out /rp on.)

Born in the North Bree-Fields, daughter of a shoe-maker, Clarysta hit the roads after her parents were murdered by orcs. Orcs that had a sense of fashion, as they stole all the product in her father’s shop. Including a pair of high heeled boots that were meant for Clarysta.

 

I read somewhere the average American female has 30 pairs of shoes and I know I have more than 20 – is it any wonder Clarysta’s bags are always full?

All this walking makes me wonder how Clarysta would do on a fitness progam. She’s got a little junk-in-the-trunk, if you know what I mean. And her diet’s not great right now –working her way through a stack of Ultimate Carrot Cakes.

And so Clarysta roams Middle Earth, questing here and there, always looking for the Perfect Shoe.

Easier to do with less baggage. Left my kin this week. And that gave me the opportunity to do some re-organizing - I freed up almost another bag!