Alys
Her hands were indeed a strange combination of callouses and scars, some from shuffling her cards and others from her bow. As it turned out, bowstrings were not kind to bare skin, and she'd learned that the hard way before investing in a set of arm guards.
That Luka was Sah's son came as no surprise to Alys, not now that she'd begun to catalogue the similarities in their faces. That Soleil was his sister, though, did surprise the seer - and earned him a raised brow. She could see it, now that it had been pointed out to her, though their personalities could not have been more different. "We've met, briefly. I can't say I know her well." Nor did she really know Sah well, but she admired her fellow Abandoned and rather thought they could be friends, given half the chance.
The seer finished gathering up her belongings and fell into step beside the youth, Sascha close behind. "Do you herd sheep often?" she asked conversationally as they made their way through the mist.
-FIN-
That Luka was Sah's son came as no surprise to Alys, not now that she'd begun to catalogue the similarities in their faces. That Soleil was his sister, though, did surprise the seer - and earned him a raised brow. She could see it, now that it had been pointed out to her, though their personalities could not have been more different. "We've met, briefly. I can't say I know her well." Nor did she really know Sah well, but she admired her fellow Abandoned and rather thought they could be friends, given half the chance.
The seer finished gathering up her belongings and fell into step beside the youth, Sascha close behind. "Do you herd sheep often?" she asked conversationally as they made their way through the mist.
-FIN-
funny how it all works out in the end
you dance with the devil and you lose your head
you dance with the devil and you lose your head
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Alys.
Feel free to use force/magic on Alys.
