Stormelle's traveling companion turned to look at the bird the girl was excitedly peering at. "A what?" she says, her tired eyes looking the bird over, determining it resembles a crow. She wondered if birds like this were where Storm Crow's name originated from. She had heard of the place often, but had only ventured near it before now. All of the stories she had heard were too vague to gather much detail about the place. She wondered about its past, and what happened here years ago. Her calm personality contrasted greatly from that of her friend who's excitement was so easily invoked. She smiled.
The girl gently rests her fingertips on her forehead with a sigh. "I heard," she says, pausing, then adding, "But what is a Tesayona?" Her dark eyes follow the bird as it moves about. Why is it in front of the castle? Is it guarding the gates...?
She watches as Stormelle steps towards the bird. "Intelligent enough to speak, huh?" she thinks aloud. "Hey, bird!" she suddenly calls. "What purpose have you here?....Do you have a name?" she inquires, curious beyond belief.
The girl rolls her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest. "Has she forgotten not every one can change shapes?" She watches the two fly off, and begins to walk in the direction of their flight, hoping they don't go too far. She flicks her hair over her shoulder, making a mental note to bind it back out of her face as soon as she finds something to bind it with. Her boots light softly on the ground.
(Help me think of a character name..!! *lol*) She continues her long strides, not really wanting to run but realizing she's loosing sight of them fast. She kneels for a moment to tighten her boot laces and make sure her pants are tucked into their tops. She didn't have her sword belt on to worry about, though she wasn't sure she was happy about that. Although she's no expert with the blade, she's been working on it for the past few years. She was determined to be good at the blade one day, even though for her gender it wouldn't really mean much to the higher ups. She shrugged, adjusting her fitting vest and began to walk again, allowing herself to slowly build up momentum before she started into a half-hearted jog. Her hair danced behind her, up and down with her movement, or side to side. The brown strands floated in the breeze as it would blow by her, causing her to wonder what it would be like to be the wind. Speed would no longer be an issue, she thought. Her dark eyes sought her friend's form in the sky, though the sun made it impossible to look up for too long. Not to mention, she was trying to jog....
Last Edit: May 16, 2004 14:47:33 GMT -5 by Heather