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Click hereTulani is the only wife of Elunara. At nineteen she had been taken, her body destroyed, her only chance at a child removed so she could be a toy for the brutal master who bought her. At twenty she had been saved by the one woman who understood her pain and freed her like a dove. Twenty-two she had been declared a wife of the same crazy night elf. By time she was twenty-five, she had already established her skill in sewing in design and by time she was thirty, everyone wanted to own a “Tulani”.
Just as Elunara had taken the moniker “The Whore” to rewrite the word, Tulani had taken ownership of herself and her body. To own a Tulani meant a gown of exceptional worth. No one would “own” Tulani again. Her name was her legacy, and now, at Forty-six, she could pick and choose who she wanted to “own” a piece of that legacy.