ardent

We camouflage ourselves



Varda

Celestial
Hunter

age
4 Years
gender
Female
gems
501
size
Medium
build
-
posts
214
player
10-15-2015, 02:20 AM

Her posture noticeably relaxed from its stiffened state as the man calmly spoke, assuring her that no harm had been caused - a relief to her troubled mind. However, the worry soon returned as he hoped she hadn't hurt herself. What if she had broken a bone? Dislocated a joint? If so, she couldn't just call for Sorrel; she'd probably bleed to death out in the rogue lands. Varda, stop it, she inwardly shouted to herself, which seemed to clear her overreacting mind. Obviously, she was standing alright with little pain, so there couldn't be anything broken or sprained. Shaking the dirt and leaves from her fluffed coat, she examined her body in the vanishing light, flexing each limb to discover mild bruises though nothing serious. In a nutshell, she was okay.

"Yes, I think I'm alright," she stated with a nod, exchanging a weak smile. Her embarrassment would have multiplied if she had somehow injured him as well - not the best way to meet someone though she couldn't walk away now. At least she could put it behind her; it's not like her life had tragically ended after one measly fall. Forgetting the recent memory, she listened as he gave her a name: Creed. Easy enough to remember, not that she ever forgot a name. "Varda," she introduced with a dip of her skull. There was no need to add her family name as well, for her family had fallen. It would seem like she was too important, too confident with herself. Nowadays, she was just Varda. The Destruction title brought a deep depression like a dark cloud over her mind, anyway, so what point was there to constantly remind herself of her past? Hopefully, it wouldn't last long, as she wished to eventually reunite with the rest of her family, whether she had met them or not. "A pleasure likewise."

"Speech"