Snippet #2425591

Blackwood Armory

The surprise look on Carabells' face was one not uncommon to Samara or Eva. To many times had the duo caught Carabell doing something she should not. Samara looked her over quickly, the dress she currently wore had no dirt at all. This ment she had arrived early enough to change over from her adventures in the forest.

"Must have been a long walk in that outfit, especially without a steed" Samara said "Who by the way must have jus been fine with being tied to that tree with no more but the grass below his feet to eat" Samara stopped herself, she was begining to sound more and more like a condescending elder than a sister. Samara embraced Carabell in a hug, her chest plate pressing against her sisters chest. Samara pulled away "I am just glad your safe. I know you can handle your own, but it's still my job to look after you"

She and Eva made their way around Carabell and opened the armory door. Eva stepped inside first, Samara turned to her sister one last time "The temple was invigorating as ever. You should come with next time" and with that she shut the door.

"You seem stressed my lady" Eva said helping Samara remove her armor and place it upon the stand, as well as her own.

"I feel as though I am turning into a bureaucratic noble women" She said unbuckling her chest piece and pauldurons.

"My lady, you are a noble women" Eva said jokingly, she pulled her metal greaves and boots off.

"You know that is not at al what I want to be" Samara said removing her chain mail top and placing her armor on the stand, she turned around with little more than a strip of cloth over her bare chest "I just feel as though I am pushing her away"

"Carabell loves you" Eva said pulling on her leather hide boots "She is just slightly envious of the praise you gain"

"I do not do it on purpose" Khalan said pulling her normal attire on, a functional dress of leather armor.

"She will see it in time" Eva said buckling her leather padded jacket "Give her some time"

Samara walked over to the weapons racks to her section of steel made for her by Dragonmiir.

"You love him don't you" Eva said placing her shield on her armor stand

"He is a very unique and stunning individual" she pulled down her dress sword, a slim broad sword engrave with runes filled with sapphires "And a unmatched swordsman and skilled blacksmith"

"So you do love him" Eva jested grabbing her scimitar and sliding it onto her back, she walked over to her spear

Samara sheathed her sword and placed it on her hip "Yes" she grabbed her wrist blades and placed them under her sleeves. A knock came to the door "Lady Samara?"

"Yes" she said locking them in place

"Your father requests your presence in the main hall" the servant said

Samara looked at Eva, who simply gave her a shrug "We are coming" Samara said as the two walked toward the door.