Tezula Vladimer
As the song came to an end, Tezula smiled. She turned to Isaac, saying, "You sing wonderfully, Sir Isaac." Her red-tinged grey eyes fell on Erella, who had taken on her fravorited form of a white and black wolf. "Are you truly that cold, my friend?" She asked, a slight laugh in her voice. She tried her best to keep everyone's spirits up. It was not easy, as the news of the King's impending death was difficult to bear, even more so for the three of them who sat together. "Vierra...we don't bite. You can join us, you know." She couldn't help teasing. Vierra had always been a loner, even now, after knowing each other for almost twelve years.
Isaac Warren
Isaac laughed. "No...my voice can be described perhaps as rough, manly...handsome perhaps. But beautiful? No, I believe that one should be reserved for you alone, my dear." The old soldier smiled warmly at his two former pupils, and then stood, walking over to the side where Vierra had strayed. "I would ask, but I know you too well to know that you'll simply give me a look that conveys the question of why I bothered to ask." Isaac sat down, gazing out over the dreary horizon. "How are you, Vierra?"
It was not a general question. It was aimed directly at one thing. Out of all three, Vierra trusted the least, and bottled everything inside of her, which Isaac knew from experience was not a good combination.