Alys Glasse
"I think you're allowed to be distracted in your own camp," Alys advised. "I'm the one who's intruding." But whoever was at fault - or not, as it were - didn't seem to matter much. The crisis was averted, and as the man patted the log next to him, Alys pulled her bow from her back to set it aside, unclipped her quiver from her hip, and set the bag containing her drawing implements on the ground before clambering over the log to sit.
Whatever they used to be called, it was better than 'Abandoned.' At the stranger's compliment, Alys blushed. "Thank you," she said shyly. She wasn't used to someone complimenting her abilities so intensely. Tal had found them impressive, sure, but not beautiful. Deimos saw only an opportunity for training. So it was with a certain amount of dubiousness that she considered the options that the man offered for her magic, finally acquiescing with a nod. "I suppose you're right. Perhaps the problem is my creativity," she said with a wink. It felt like a very Ru thing to do, the wink - perhaps her friend was rubbing off on her.
"I understand," she said, tossing her wild curls over her shoulder. "I just started meeting more of us not that long ago. Where are you from?"
Whatever they used to be called, it was better than 'Abandoned.' At the stranger's compliment, Alys blushed. "Thank you," she said shyly. She wasn't used to someone complimenting her abilities so intensely. Tal had found them impressive, sure, but not beautiful. Deimos saw only an opportunity for training. So it was with a certain amount of dubiousness that she considered the options that the man offered for her magic, finally acquiescing with a nod. "I suppose you're right. Perhaps the problem is my creativity," she said with a wink. It felt like a very Ru thing to do, the wink - perhaps her friend was rubbing off on her.
"I understand," she said, tossing her wild curls over her shoulder. "I just started meeting more of us not that long ago. Where are you from?"
