Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20160107051055/@comment-25924729-20160330082832

"Hmm, I like the Guardsmen brach. I mean they seem.... Ow! Does it really have to be this tight?" she stood up and pulled the cloak a little higher so she wouldn't trip again. Maybe she would modify it in the near future? A little cut here and there, she'd seen some of the other Pilgrims do the same on their tour.

She already had some ideas, and promised herself to revisit them later. "Like i was saying, the Guardsmen are cool, but i'm just not sure about staying here permanently... Not that it's a bad thing, i mean, the Fort is nice and all. But, don't they ever get homesick?"

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By covering her feet, they might as well have tied Vale's hands. She felt utterly weak and vurnerable. Her natural weapons and semblance were blocked. As she stumbled after Nacoma clumsily, she was reminded why she never liked the feeling of heavy, clumsy shoes, getting in the way of silence and comfort. It made her uneasy.

So when Amilanthior spoke to them, she gave him an irritated look and barked a harsh "No." in reply.