Roana smiled a little at the question, having expected it and yet still being surprised when it was asked. And inquisitive mind this one seemed to have, a good trait Roana thought. Inquisitive minds sought answers and did not take the first blush as truth. "I must get people out of this bubble. Those were his final words to me...a mission I am not certain everyone is so happy me to have." She had heard of the discontent that had passed through the watching crowd. She knew the road ahead would be difficult...she just wasn't sure how difficult.
The sun was beginning to rise now, and the air was beginning to warm - frankly the last thing the former captain wanted after the workout she had just gone through. Her breath was caught but her temperature was still elevated, so she quickly shucked off the long sleeved shirt she wore over her sleeveless tunic. The lingering scars from her battle with the demon were then revealed: little, uneven red welts from shrapnel, the jagged teeth marks on her shoulder, deep and red - in places seeming more like parts of her flesh had been pulled free. But it all was healed, no longer open wounds but painless reminders of the battle.
Roana glanced down at the gourd and chuckled lightly. "Keen ears you have. What is its name?" she asked, unsure if it was a he or she - did such creatures have such gendered delineations? - so simply said it, hoping doing so was not offensive. Blue eyes looked back up at the girl, a brow raising in curiosity. So she wished to be stronger too, hm? "Were you hoping for a lesson then?" she asked her, guessing at her scheme.
The sun was beginning to rise now, and the air was beginning to warm - frankly the last thing the former captain wanted after the workout she had just gone through. Her breath was caught but her temperature was still elevated, so she quickly shucked off the long sleeved shirt she wore over her sleeveless tunic. The lingering scars from her battle with the demon were then revealed: little, uneven red welts from shrapnel, the jagged teeth marks on her shoulder, deep and red - in places seeming more like parts of her flesh had been pulled free. But it all was healed, no longer open wounds but painless reminders of the battle.
Roana glanced down at the gourd and chuckled lightly. "Keen ears you have. What is its name?" she asked, unsure if it was a he or she - did such creatures have such gendered delineations? - so simply said it, hoping doing so was not offensive. Blue eyes looked back up at the girl, a brow raising in curiosity. So she wished to be stronger too, hm? "Were you hoping for a lesson then?" she asked her, guessing at her scheme.
Roana
You don't own me
Don't try to change me in any way
You don't own me
Don't tie me down cause I'd never stay
Don't try to change me in any way
You don't own me
Don't tie me down cause I'd never stay
