Twas a merely night, even though the sun height is there, the simple fact of gentle winds caressing the tree's, their branches and leaves; the blue leaves dancing gleefully in the tends grasp of the new sensation that filled a single most important guest. Red hair like fire and a gem encrusted in her forehead and clad in a shell of twisted malformed metal, a rather robust blade for the elongated sheath estimated to be 110 centimeters long, to be concluded this blade be a longsword. But the half was nay the same length as one should be, only being as long as hand and a half swords, the twisted ram's head like quillions made the guard seem more as a cup guard than anything, and with the long tattered cape flapping behind the young female as a clatter of metal clanked with each stride she took. With a bellowed sigh she spoke out in a rather calm but annoyed bored tone. "Be silent Flare, your inconsequential muttering doth drive thy into madness." A simple remark came to her as for her end, only she could hearken. "But... mmmm... why must you be soo stubborn?" "A flying metal box would serve thou better!"
"By the flames of my people, thou shan't know, I shall never tarry into one of them again, by the maker my belly never will be the same." She merely retorted by to the voice in her head, the faceless being that she knew too well, the being that always protected her and kept her safe from harms means, but she also knew it was also the being that stormed about all those years ago, out of rage and hatred."Flare... doth thou surely not recall the fall of the Church... or doth keep such privy from thine's knowledge?" A simple question which was quickly answered by her friend in an evasive means. "Persay, tis not the time to hearken to the words dost not needeth to know yet." "In time Filianore... tis my mind nay recall yet." And like that the voice went silent, fearing that his comrade would catch on to his ruse and lie about the event long ago, he does not want her angered for that would be horrendous for the environment about them both, only by a rather disdained grunt emitting from her throat filled the air when she called out his name several sequences, to gain nothing but silence. "Flare... Flare... are doth eluding thines words... FLARE!"
"By the flames of my people, thou shan't know, I shall never tarry into one of them again, by the maker my belly never will be the same." She merely retorted by to the voice in her head, the faceless being that she knew too well, the being that always protected her and kept her safe from harms means, but she also knew it was also the being that stormed about all those years ago, out of rage and hatred."Flare... doth thou surely not recall the fall of the Church... or doth keep such privy from thine's knowledge?" A simple question which was quickly answered by her friend in an evasive means. "Persay, tis not the time to hearken to the words dost not needeth to know yet." "In time Filianore... tis my mind nay recall yet." And like that the voice went silent, fearing that his comrade would catch on to his ruse and lie about the event long ago, he does not want her angered for that would be horrendous for the environment about them both, only by a rather disdained grunt emitting from her throat filled the air when she called out his name several sequences, to gain nothing but silence. "Flare... Flare... are doth eluding thines words... FLARE!"