Roana watched Melita quietly as the emotions tumbled and roiled over her features. She was quite the expressive young woman, which made her youth all the more obvious. It was a sort of youthfulness that ought to be treasured, one easily lost in the milieu of hardship; and based on her description of what she had fought like in the past, hardship was a well-known friend of this girl. She might not understand her exact situation, but she could empathize with her none the less.
"So a scrapper. No shame in that. But it will only get you so far." she said with an empathetic smile. "So long as the monsters stay on the field and don't invade your mind, you're doing good. One of my teachers told me that." she said, giving the girl a good once over. She definitely had a good build for combat. Perhaps nothing quite so strenuous as using a greatsword like her own claymore, but something a little smaller. That she prefered knives, bows, staffs...well that didn't surprise her.
"Well then, let's test some of your basics then and see what you're made of." she said with a smile before stretching her arms to the side. "Give me all you got."
"So a scrapper. No shame in that. But it will only get you so far." she said with an empathetic smile. "So long as the monsters stay on the field and don't invade your mind, you're doing good. One of my teachers told me that." she said, giving the girl a good once over. She definitely had a good build for combat. Perhaps nothing quite so strenuous as using a greatsword like her own claymore, but something a little smaller. That she prefered knives, bows, staffs...well that didn't surprise her.
"Well then, let's test some of your basics then and see what you're made of." she said with a smile before stretching her arms to the side. "Give me all you got."
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
