Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-739167-20141221015732/@comment-25507515-20150105222550

"I'm really, sincerely sorry. It's that at Sanctum I had that habit of training alone, and...Let's just say I'm not quite used to spars. Or having wonderful teammates to have my back."

At that mention, she smiled at Glaukos. And that simple smile spoke of many things. Of loneliness. Of regrets. Of old fears. Of a will to never repeat (but what?). Of a wish for friends. And above all, of a faith. After the Deathstalker accident, she trusted Glaukos as a fighter. After this, she had seen a man capable of thinking well on his feet. Of acting quick and picking the right choice. A truely great leader in the making,capable of making of a lone wolf, a flamboyant and prideful warrior and a delicate yet impressively talented lady of war fight under the same banner. Yes, those years would no doubt be great.

It all lasted a second, maybe two. Afterwards, it turned back to something much more simple : the smile of one who was happy to be here and having someone to talk to.

"So, I...Guess the armory is our next stop? But afterwards,b if you want to get a look at what's around Beacon...Let's say I've got a way to make it go faster."

And the smile became mischevious.