Myth and Legend
First Post
"It's uh... leathery. From hard work i would guess. Or maybe those javelins you like throwing? I... uh - damn it i am not comfortable at all! - well anyway let's hurry after Fallon, I would not welcome another... suitor."
Lora frowned, after which her face became cold and emotionless. The girl mounted her glaive on her right shoulder, the weapon's weight feeling familiar and somewhat calming Lora's feelings. Inside, she felt shame, awkwardness, dread and a tiny bit of fondness for this otherwise quite handsome lad, the feelings turbulently swinging in Lora's head.
Usually a reserved, collected and logical person, Lora found herself uncomfortable with the massive avalanche of emotions that was sliding down the slope of her mind. The years spent as Mirella's apprentice had dulled the painful memories of her youth, but they had also alienated Lora from the rest of the world and it's inhabitants. There were no cute, dark skinned boys to be had in the old Witch's hut.
Lora followed the two men, delved in her thoughts, when suddenly she froze with an angered expression. "Fallon! One of the soldiers here just tried to have his way with me, and beat up a comrade! Is that not considered a crime? You seem hardly interested in this offense!"
Lora frowned, after which her face became cold and emotionless. The girl mounted her glaive on her right shoulder, the weapon's weight feeling familiar and somewhat calming Lora's feelings. Inside, she felt shame, awkwardness, dread and a tiny bit of fondness for this otherwise quite handsome lad, the feelings turbulently swinging in Lora's head.
Usually a reserved, collected and logical person, Lora found herself uncomfortable with the massive avalanche of emotions that was sliding down the slope of her mind. The years spent as Mirella's apprentice had dulled the painful memories of her youth, but they had also alienated Lora from the rest of the world and it's inhabitants. There were no cute, dark skinned boys to be had in the old Witch's hut.
Lora followed the two men, delved in her thoughts, when suddenly she froze with an angered expression. "Fallon! One of the soldiers here just tried to have his way with me, and beat up a comrade! Is that not considered a crime? You seem hardly interested in this offense!"
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