Elide
Black boots skid to an icy halt in the stone archway. They set bold, new feet upon the Barracks of the Deepfrost Shields. Excitement and anxiety shivers up the height of their beholder, settling in her shoulders. Dark, almost black, eyes take in what there is to take. The wind sweeps in through the doorway as she enters, bringing with it the scent of smoke from fires lit to illuminate the Citadel. The night is still young, though, and the sound of activity can be heard within the Barracks' walls.
The door creaks shut and a tall, dark-haired figure makes her way into the building. Fine fabrics veil her slender frame, not made for keeping out the cold. This is a luxury she can get away with. She searches the building (and, if needed, its outer grounds) with no sense of urgency, admiring the architecture. She continues like this until she finds who she is looking for.
And if he is accompanied by another, with wild hair and bright eyes, that is all and well, even if that person's status escapes her in the moment. She takes them both in with a keen curiosity, her lips smoothing over each other as she regards the activity they are currently wrapped up in. Conversation, sparring, planning, mapping; things of such nature would not surprise her a bit. She may have none of her own experience with the life of soldiers but, she does not come ignorantly into their keep. Her brother, once, was one. It is his footsteps she means to follow, only to a much greater success.
A pause is taken. She's not intending to be intrusive but, she stands before them with austere dignity anyway because she also doesn't intend to come across as meek.
"Good evening to you both. I hope I'm not interrupting anything of grave importance," her voice rings clear through the air, "I need to speak with Deimos Ignatius." She looks right at him; she knows who the General of Halo is. She'd have to be some sort of blind burrowing animal not to. This thought makes a small smile curve across her lips.
She takes a step forward, a hand sweeping forth from billowy sleeves to shake one or both of theirs. "My name is Elide," her freckled head tips down towards the woman, then, to better meet her gaze, "Elide Pendragon."
The smile dips away from her expression in favor of taking herself serious. Once the formalities are taken care of, she pulls her slender hand away. Her gaze swivels back and forth between the two of them. "I've come to join the Deepfrost Shields." They may take this declaration as they will. Elide is resolved, which is the only thing that her rigid expression gives away.
The door creaks shut and a tall, dark-haired figure makes her way into the building. Fine fabrics veil her slender frame, not made for keeping out the cold. This is a luxury she can get away with. She searches the building (and, if needed, its outer grounds) with no sense of urgency, admiring the architecture. She continues like this until she finds who she is looking for.
And if he is accompanied by another, with wild hair and bright eyes, that is all and well, even if that person's status escapes her in the moment. She takes them both in with a keen curiosity, her lips smoothing over each other as she regards the activity they are currently wrapped up in. Conversation, sparring, planning, mapping; things of such nature would not surprise her a bit. She may have none of her own experience with the life of soldiers but, she does not come ignorantly into their keep. Her brother, once, was one. It is his footsteps she means to follow, only to a much greater success.
A pause is taken. She's not intending to be intrusive but, she stands before them with austere dignity anyway because she also doesn't intend to come across as meek.
"Good evening to you both. I hope I'm not interrupting anything of grave importance," her voice rings clear through the air, "I need to speak with Deimos Ignatius." She looks right at him; she knows who the General of Halo is. She'd have to be some sort of blind burrowing animal not to. This thought makes a small smile curve across her lips.
She takes a step forward, a hand sweeping forth from billowy sleeves to shake one or both of theirs. "My name is Elide," her freckled head tips down towards the woman, then, to better meet her gaze, "Elide Pendragon."
The smile dips away from her expression in favor of taking herself serious. Once the formalities are taken care of, she pulls her slender hand away. Her gaze swivels back and forth between the two of them. "I've come to join the Deepfrost Shields." They may take this declaration as they will. Elide is resolved, which is the only thing that her rigid expression gives away.
never before had the song of war
been the song of hope ascending
been the song of hope ascending
