Alys Glasse
It was a cool day for Flowerbirth, with grey skies and a chilly breeze. Alys hurried through the Citadel with her cloak pulled tight to her chest. While she knew where she was going, she wasn't entirely sure why she was going there. Sure, she wanted to strengthen her magic, but what did it even mean to train at the barracks? Barracks made her think of military, and military made her think of hard physical labor, and let's be honest - Alys hadn't worked hard a day in her life.
Still, Deimos had offered to help her, and she would be foolish to pass up such an opportunity. Where was she likely to find another person willing to help her at the drop of a hat? And without asking for anything in return, either. Her steps stuttered for a moment; she hadn't asked if she'd need to trade anything for this training she was to receive. At the moment, she had very little to offer.
But she wouldn't know unless she tried.
"Excuse me," she said to a passing guardsman. "I'm looking for Deimos. Do you know where he is?"
Still, Deimos had offered to help her, and she would be foolish to pass up such an opportunity. Where was she likely to find another person willing to help her at the drop of a hat? And without asking for anything in return, either. Her steps stuttered for a moment; she hadn't asked if she'd need to trade anything for this training she was to receive. At the moment, she had very little to offer.
But she wouldn't know unless she tried.
"Excuse me," she said to a passing guardsman. "I'm looking for Deimos. Do you know where he is?"
