43rd of Summer, 511 AV
18th Bell
It was strange how she could have so much interaction with the swarms of people within Syliras and still feel so alone. Even now for as long as she had been living there, the city still left her feeling vacant inside. Only recently had she discovered that the forest itself could bring her solace, as dangerous as it was even with the Knighthood's patrol. Perhaps it was the the gentle song of the birds in the trees, or the smell of fresh air untainted by civilization that so captivated her. Sylira looked nothing like her jungle home in Falyndar, but it was almost just as wild. It was in these woods that travelers whispered stories of a vicious, winged beasts that preyed upon the careless explorer. Whether they held merit, Kaie wasn't quite sure. Then again it was apparent some people thought Myrians were just a conjured tale adults used to get children to do their bidding. Goddess, did she startle some drunks at the tavern when they realized what she was only a night before.
However the savage woman did not venture into the woods late that day purely for pleasure. It was business...sort of. A few bells before she had began her training with Molly, the little girl with big dreams of armor and shields in her future. Their time together since the bronzed woman's hiring hadn't been long ago, but still she found herself impressed with the little girl's tenacity. Too pure for bloody, gruesome battles, Kaie had thought, and yet the youth was so industrious. Yet it seemed all the squires and Sers were just that way. Expected to be pleasant, polite individuals with a mean streak when you put a sword in their hands. The time was done for training though and Kaie was headed back toward the city gates. It wouldn't be long now. Another bell or half bell probably. And though the knights had trampled the earth she walked so often it was almost a clear path back, she always wore her sword.
Travelling from one corner of the world to another had taught her one thing at least: never let your guard down on the road. Ever. So as she passed yet another small cottage, brown curls billowing in the summer's breeze behind her, amber eyes blazed from one side of the forest to the other skeptically. Still she had to wonder who would be travelling out here this late?
18th Bell
It was strange how she could have so much interaction with the swarms of people within Syliras and still feel so alone. Even now for as long as she had been living there, the city still left her feeling vacant inside. Only recently had she discovered that the forest itself could bring her solace, as dangerous as it was even with the Knighthood's patrol. Perhaps it was the the gentle song of the birds in the trees, or the smell of fresh air untainted by civilization that so captivated her. Sylira looked nothing like her jungle home in Falyndar, but it was almost just as wild. It was in these woods that travelers whispered stories of a vicious, winged beasts that preyed upon the careless explorer. Whether they held merit, Kaie wasn't quite sure. Then again it was apparent some people thought Myrians were just a conjured tale adults used to get children to do their bidding. Goddess, did she startle some drunks at the tavern when they realized what she was only a night before.
However the savage woman did not venture into the woods late that day purely for pleasure. It was business...sort of. A few bells before she had began her training with Molly, the little girl with big dreams of armor and shields in her future. Their time together since the bronzed woman's hiring hadn't been long ago, but still she found herself impressed with the little girl's tenacity. Too pure for bloody, gruesome battles, Kaie had thought, and yet the youth was so industrious. Yet it seemed all the squires and Sers were just that way. Expected to be pleasant, polite individuals with a mean streak when you put a sword in their hands. The time was done for training though and Kaie was headed back toward the city gates. It wouldn't be long now. Another bell or half bell probably. And though the knights had trampled the earth she walked so often it was almost a clear path back, she always wore her sword.
Travelling from one corner of the world to another had taught her one thing at least: never let your guard down on the road. Ever. So as she passed yet another small cottage, brown curls billowing in the summer's breeze behind her, amber eyes blazed from one side of the forest to the other skeptically. Still she had to wonder who would be travelling out here this late?