Rhiannon
The day was warm, by Halovian standards - warm enough that Rhiannon had stripped off her jacket during her warm-up and left it in a nondescript spot by the Citadel walls. Her thick, dark hair was in its usual braids, tied up off her neck both in an attempt to stay cool and to keep it out of her way. Today was a day for a run along the wall, and it was with laser focus that the girl stretched out her hamstrings, preparing to launch herself into her workout.
She was a soldier through and through. Each day started with a different workout before she found work to do within Halo. Sometimes that meant working a guard rotation. Sometimes that meant helping the populace. She wasn't sure what this particular day held. It was a rare day off, but she'd never managed to relax well. It wasn't exactly that she loved her job - she was the daughter of soldiers, and she'd always been expected to follow in their footsteps - but she did like being busy. Left to her own devices, she always managed to find trouble.
Not that that was always a bad thing. Sometimes trouble could be fun.
And it was with that cheerful thought that Rhi released her foot from the stretch and began to jog along the wall.
She was a soldier through and through. Each day started with a different workout before she found work to do within Halo. Sometimes that meant working a guard rotation. Sometimes that meant helping the populace. She wasn't sure what this particular day held. It was a rare day off, but she'd never managed to relax well. It wasn't exactly that she loved her job - she was the daughter of soldiers, and she'd always been expected to follow in their footsteps - but she did like being busy. Left to her own devices, she always managed to find trouble.
Not that that was always a bad thing. Sometimes trouble could be fun.
And it was with that cheerful thought that Rhi released her foot from the stretch and began to jog along the wall.
they say looks can kill and I might try
