Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24260323-20151016153337/@comment-8723280-20160508075112

It was an odd sort of blur, after that.

Whilst Vale's transferal of the bounty was much more streamlined, the student's one was traditional. It was a lofty one too, and although she had been mostly in it for the idea of it all, Marie couldn't help but feel grateful for the money.

Though, it would take some explaining to do not only to her teammates but her family as well.

The girl bid her farewells, after the ride on the VTOL. It had been terse during the course of it all, due to Vert and Vale's exchange. She and the girl had not managed to ever discuss what they had on the battlefield, for the opportunity was far lost. And, after the adrenaline, she yearned for Beacon and especially her bed.

Her bones ached, and she just wished to rest them. And too, to ponder over what Vale had told her, with icy breaths and impassivity. Not immediately, no, but aftewards, perhaps, in a rare moment of still in her hurricane.

Oh, that's right! The Vytal Festival Tournament. She wondered if her teammates were enjoying the matches, how well their Academy had done so far. Marie hoped that they had done well, it being hosted in Vale.

And, in a rare thought, if he was participating in it. The boy with the bluest eyes she's ever seen or the boy with a wicked edge and honeyed eyes.

Or, finally, the one made of smoke and dusky skies.

A boy who smelled of petrichor and burnt cinnamon; with eyes the colour of the endless expanse between constellations.

Maybe she would see them all. Maybe she wouldn't see any of them. But right now, she walked home, towards the arches of Beacon Academy, she was left with sureness that she was safe, and had done something good.

And she was alive, well and whole, for now...