Perched atop a stretch of wall bordering the training grounds, Iris watched the Dragoons run. The gloomily silent girl who'd led her there didn't allow her to wander the Nest's halls as she'd have liked, depositing her instead on trampled grass littered with training dummies in various states of distress. Her choice to hop onto the wall had clearly annoyed her uptight guide, making Iris content to stay there.
It had been a couple of weeks since the wilds spit her out, scratched, bruised and half-chewed. She was now, after some time, comfortably dressed, her hunger sated and her compulsive need to self-medicate with various poisons pleasantly manageable. She was as ready for the military as she could get.
The soldier she was looking for easily stood out amongst the recruits, even before her guide pointed him out. He looked exactly like a man meant to suit Safrin's vanity. Iris watched the group, ranking its members aesthetically while waiting for it to come full circle.
Meanwhile, she leaned back to catch the sunlight before another downpour decided to descend upon them without warning. When the demigod approaches, Iris dons a charming smile. The Dragoon girl introduces her as a potential recruit before departing. ”You’ve got quite an imposing base here. Though the dragon atop the tower is a stellar example of false advertising.”
It had been a couple of weeks since the wilds spit her out, scratched, bruised and half-chewed. She was now, after some time, comfortably dressed, her hunger sated and her compulsive need to self-medicate with various poisons pleasantly manageable. She was as ready for the military as she could get.
The soldier she was looking for easily stood out amongst the recruits, even before her guide pointed him out. He looked exactly like a man meant to suit Safrin's vanity. Iris watched the group, ranking its members aesthetically while waiting for it to come full circle.
Meanwhile, she leaned back to catch the sunlight before another downpour decided to descend upon them without warning. When the demigod approaches, Iris dons a charming smile. The Dragoon girl introduces her as a potential recruit before departing. ”You’ve got quite an imposing base here. Though the dragon atop the tower is a stellar example of false advertising.”
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