#beckonlight

Send me a ❣ and I’ll gauge my character’s attraction to yours at this point in time

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There had been many an armored soldier both within and surrounding the city walls of Divinity’s reach, clad in the same uniform, wearing the same colors and patterns - a trait which exemplified their allegiance to the city and their queen.

But this particular fellow wore different armor, colored in a strong blue not all that dissimilar of the one his robes bore.

Who might they belong to, he could not help but wonder. Maybe they carried some sort of other insignia that showed their allegiance?

He had to admit that curiosity had often gotten the better of him ever since he arrived in Tyria, and this was another such occassion where he forgot his manners. As such, he started to approach the armor clad stranger, his eyes keenly trying to spot any insignia or crest of arms.

                             sentence starters: protective edition. | accepting                                                   @beckonlight

A Run, A Headache, A Party, and Rare Materials.

Feat: @beckonlight​, @jjillekkot​, @chaxsripper​, @briidunviing​, @iravdispitha​

            “Perhaps we should endeavor to explore each ilm of this dungeon, lest we forget to scour what we all require.”

            It was after this true fact, that he regretted his very words.   

            The white mage was running on barely much in this horrid dungeon, nearly collapsing several times from calling to the aether around himself. The dungeon was not for the meek, twists and turns laid traps and spikes that nearly crippled everyone. The worst punishment seemed to come upon the knight, and then the man wielding a large key about.

                                                                  ‘Fury preserve...’

              Several bells must have passed since they entered into this dungeon, and it took one of those bells after a trap yawned below Haumeric’s feet. It would have plunged him into the black waters below, had it not been for Light and the others...

And one Yuffie falling and knocking them all down. (Though perhaps that would be best, as they did find the Dust they all required.)

              The light that came at the end, was the sun nearing the horizon. The chirgeon was alarmed, had they all returned from that hell? He looked about and sought each one out to ensure there were no wounds upon them, before taking the bag offered by their resident ninja.

Odd... Had there been more items placed inside it...? The cleric shrugged and took the bag to his cabin. He needed sleep.

Tomorrow, he will make what he needs.

[❁] Tall and a  bit dour-looking -- like one of those knights from the stories she’s so fond of. She tilts her head (has to look up to meet that stare, after all, considering her own diminutive height).

She almost thinks to quote poetry, but decides against it: off-putting behaviors are reserved for when someone makes her dislike them after all. Instead, she’d make a softer comment -- words on flowers, about petals and eye colors. [❁]

Ask me questions about aspects of my Muse you haven’t seen me cover yet! [ ACCEPTING ]

How does she react when angry?

Brii tries her absolute best not to ever get angry because that will most likely trigger her dragon form bursting out with rage & she can barely control herself in that state. When she does get angry she runs away from company & overall distances herself --- in case she can’t control the dragon, it’s safer to stay away.