Elide
Elide has on a hooded coat as she steps into the Barracks' office quarters, boots scuffing quietly through the doorway. Without the threat of the sunlight, even if it's setting, she is able to shed the hood. Her dark eyes hone in on the appearance of Aisha. Elide has been here since the end of LongNight, having returned to her practice, numbed herself to the blade and shield. It is the first time she's approached the swordmaster directly since then, however. She had noticed her absence and pieced it together due to the signs posted upon the notice board. A guild revival is afoot.
There are papers and a pen in Aisha's hands as she sits beside the fire. She's very intent on it, judging from the way she is working with pressed brows and a busy writing hand. It is Elide's favorite passtime; writing. She's done a lot more of that herself, lately.
The tall, lanky Ascended walks over slowly, hands folded behind her back, peering towards Aisha with interest. "The pen makes for a mighty sword," she nods approvingly towards the papers. She has a more-or-less relaxed demeanor, though she doesn't quite smile.
"What is this I hear of another monster-hunting guild?"
There are papers and a pen in Aisha's hands as she sits beside the fire. She's very intent on it, judging from the way she is working with pressed brows and a busy writing hand. It is Elide's favorite passtime; writing. She's done a lot more of that herself, lately.
The tall, lanky Ascended walks over slowly, hands folded behind her back, peering towards Aisha with interest. "The pen makes for a mighty sword," she nods approvingly towards the papers. She has a more-or-less relaxed demeanor, though she doesn't quite smile.
"What is this I hear of another monster-hunting guild?"
never before had the song of war
been the song of hope ascending
been the song of hope ascending
