Alys felt out of place amongst the gathering of warriors, but she'd volunteered to come along, and there was no going back now. She wasn't really sure what had possessed her to volunteer to go on some god's errand, but perhaps her recent conversation with Tal had softened her a little to the notion of Caido's deities and their quests. That, and the fact that it was for the good of Halo - a place that she'd rapidly come to care for as her own.
As she traipsed along with the group, she shared Deimos's sentiments: she loathed the desert. It was ridiculously hot, even in her lightest, most airy clothing: a simple white short that bared her arms and beige pants that tucked into calf-high boots. She wore her dark curls pinned up atop of head in a messy semblance of a bun, but a few sweat-soaked tendrils fell limply around her face. There was a dagger on her belt, a quiver at her hip, and a bow on her back, besides the bag that she carried that contained some basic necessities. She also toted a large basket braced against the hip opposite the quiver, which they could use to carry whatever they found home.
She nodded in acquiescence to Deimos's instructions. She wouldn't have been particularly interested in exploring beyond the group, regardless, planning to stick close to her mentor in case anything went wrong. She didn't know these other two people, but she trusted that Deimos could keep them all safe. Besides, how much trouble could they really get in, when they were just here to gather some bones?
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Alys arrives with Deimos. She has a basic dagger; a basic bow; a quiver of 12 arrows; a bag containing a sun balm, a healing balm, her journal, and some writing implements; and a large, empty basket.
As she traipsed along with the group, she shared Deimos's sentiments: she loathed the desert. It was ridiculously hot, even in her lightest, most airy clothing: a simple white short that bared her arms and beige pants that tucked into calf-high boots. She wore her dark curls pinned up atop of head in a messy semblance of a bun, but a few sweat-soaked tendrils fell limply around her face. There was a dagger on her belt, a quiver at her hip, and a bow on her back, besides the bag that she carried that contained some basic necessities. She also toted a large basket braced against the hip opposite the quiver, which they could use to carry whatever they found home.
She nodded in acquiescence to Deimos's instructions. She wouldn't have been particularly interested in exploring beyond the group, regardless, planning to stick close to her mentor in case anything went wrong. She didn't know these other two people, but she trusted that Deimos could keep them all safe. Besides, how much trouble could they really get in, when they were just here to gather some bones?
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Alys arrives with Deimos. She has a basic dagger; a basic bow; a quiver of 12 arrows; a bag containing a sun balm, a healing balm, her journal, and some writing implements; and a large, empty basket.
alys glasse
waiting for the right mind to drive insane
