-I smile- "It will be fine. Trust me." -I sniff- "Isn't that that awful roast pig your father makes?"
-I finally wake and look around to my surroundings, I stand and grasp my sword hilt to feel if the sleek silver was still remaining- "Damn those guards..." -puts on helmet and explores the grounds sticking to the shadows-
-laughs grinning up at him- Don't be mean.. although it is terrible isn't it -glances around- I feel like I'm being watching -curls myself in your arms-
-still in shadows I find my way to a garden and hear quiet voices- "They can help..." -I run into the garden fighting my way past bushes and trees-
-laughs, playing with a piece of my hair, hearing sounds from the garden, becomes scared- What is that? -wide eyes-
-I put her down and draw my bow, aiming an arrow at the bush- "Come out or you'll be turned into a human pin cushion."
-hears the voices coming closer and I see the two figures in the darkness and I approach slowly- "H-hello...I n-need t-to ask a q-q-question" -I am scared of how built the male figure is and how big his bow is and I gulp in fear-
-I grip my sword hilt quietly- "What...er...what land is this sir?" -i lower my shield and take a step back still fearing the figure-
-peeks around Sal to him, eyes turn glassy, frowns, taking a hand full of Sal's coat- Shoot him. I don't trust this fool.
-startled- "I have heard of this magical land...yet I never thought it was real...I've heard stories about Nightlore and Sterling..." -takes hand of hilt- "I am a templar of a distant land. The youngest of their sort sir" -I bow slowly-
Seria Vaynotch Age: 225 Personality- Upmost intelligence in strategy and combat. Is unrealistic of things, and tends to get bratty. But at she needs is a friend, since she was buried in ice for 224 years.
-I put the arrow back in its quiver and nod- "I'm not going to murder, princess. I welcome you to The kingdom of Ashes."