Magnesia Moorland // [District Four/CB#1]

Whenever a fisherman washes up to the shore of the Amazon island, Magnesia is the first Amazon to heed the call to arms. It's always been that way. When she was little, she approached with a stick, then wooden sword, and ever since her womanhood ceremony when she was sixteen, she's carried a spear. She never intends to hurt the wayward men who wash up on the shore, but she's wary. Too many of them carry poison in their hearts and minds.

A few, though, have been enlightened.

It's Magnesia who escorts them to the temple. It's Magnesia who escorts them back to the sea when its time to leave. Somewhere in those transitions she finds time for a little release. The first of those rendez-vous gave her a son. Magnum Magnesson.

When he turned twelve, last year, she sent him along with one of the fishermen, back to the world of men. He barely got to meet his little sister, Eydis Magnesdottir. One is not a replacement for the other; staring at Eydis' dark eyes does nothing to ease the ache of missing Magnum's sea blue ones. But there is no room on the island of Amazons for a man, no matter how small and how true his heart.

Now that Eydis is weaning, Magnesia has easing back into society. She attends sessions at the training center several times a week, always in full make-up and usually in platform combat boots. She gives no explanation for wearing a crop top and booty shorts post-partum, stretch marks on thighs and belly proudly displayed. Make no mistake - Magnesia has opinions on the best weapon, the right time to wean a child, the quickest way to execute a man. She just doesn't have any judgment about her perfect self.