Elide
Elide sits along the side of a wall, deeply immersed in a leatherbound journal she's scribbling away in. A sketch, actually, of Ursurs. She's currently working on notes about their weaknesses and strengths. She'd been perusing the libraries about them, taken back to her research as the monster hunter guild may very well plan to hunt one of them soon. It wouldn't be her first time, but it never hurts to refresh one's memory.
The puddles surrounding her, she paid no mind to; the people passing her, she paid little mind to. Though a familiar set of stocky shoulders does catch her attention, and her dark gaze lifts up to observe Deimos' slow approach. He appears purposeful, so she doesn't speak up yet, merely watching him and his companion.
They get closer and Elide prepares to extend a greeting when suddenly a flurry of movement sends water cascading across her lap - and, consequentially, the page of work it's opened to. Elide flinches, so as to avoid any water in her eyes, but finds her journal completely soaked through. Her reaction to this is only a fleeting flare of agitation, but.. alas, it's already happened.
"Well, I did think that working outside might've been too risky," she says aloud, mostly to herself, "I suppose I was right after all." With that, she clasps the book shut and stands. Water dribbles from her clothes, but fortunately they were made well enough to prevent getting her soaked. Not that it would be too much of a bother for her, really. Glancing up to the man before her, she nods in greeting, "Deimos. I see your companion is in good spirits today!"
The puddles surrounding her, she paid no mind to; the people passing her, she paid little mind to. Though a familiar set of stocky shoulders does catch her attention, and her dark gaze lifts up to observe Deimos' slow approach. He appears purposeful, so she doesn't speak up yet, merely watching him and his companion.
They get closer and Elide prepares to extend a greeting when suddenly a flurry of movement sends water cascading across her lap - and, consequentially, the page of work it's opened to. Elide flinches, so as to avoid any water in her eyes, but finds her journal completely soaked through. Her reaction to this is only a fleeting flare of agitation, but.. alas, it's already happened.
"Well, I did think that working outside might've been too risky," she says aloud, mostly to herself, "I suppose I was right after all." With that, she clasps the book shut and stands. Water dribbles from her clothes, but fortunately they were made well enough to prevent getting her soaked. Not that it would be too much of a bother for her, really. Glancing up to the man before her, she nods in greeting, "Deimos. I see your companion is in good spirits today!"
never before had the song of war
been the song of hope ascending
been the song of hope ascending
