Shaye
{Granted that this takes place after the ME and war is a point of concern} Shaye ends up in the barracks to do just as anyone else here might want to; hone her skills, sharpen her swords, reinforce her shields.
But for now she only peruses the grounds, passing over the weapons racks and the shields multiple times without ever taking one. In her rounds, she watches as the young man draws his sword against a wooden dummy. Slowly, casually, she walks closer. She finds a wall to lean against, her fur cloak draping across the frosty stones as she rests her elbow on them. Her green eyes watch every movement of his blade as it slashes cleanly through the wood and thatch.
"You're pretty good at that," she remarks casually, raising her voice so as to be heard. "Hey, weren't you at the council meeting? Your family isn't from Halo... is it?" Otherwise, she thinks she'd probably know of him. Or his family, at the very least. But she can't place him anywhere, aside from more recent events.
But for now she only peruses the grounds, passing over the weapons racks and the shields multiple times without ever taking one. In her rounds, she watches as the young man draws his sword against a wooden dummy. Slowly, casually, she walks closer. She finds a wall to lean against, her fur cloak draping across the frosty stones as she rests her elbow on them. Her green eyes watch every movement of his blade as it slashes cleanly through the wood and thatch.
"You're pretty good at that," she remarks casually, raising her voice so as to be heard. "Hey, weren't you at the council meeting? Your family isn't from Halo... is it?" Otherwise, she thinks she'd probably know of him. Or his family, at the very least. But she can't place him anywhere, aside from more recent events.
Lost in a labyrinth and left with no way out
I built this hall of mirrors all myself
I built this hall of mirrors all myself
