Snippet #1939006

Ulrich sighs, waiting for his other three fellow knights. He just came back from a visit with his sister, sad that he had to go early today. She was very sickly, and the only ones who are able to take care of her are his aunt and uncle. She was frail and pale, but her personality was the exact opposite. She was always happy and exuberant, excited to see him every time he came to visit. He always read stories to her, telling her of his life as a knight. He always left as soon as she fell asleep, from all the fun they've had together at her bedside. Although the doctor said her state was getting better, Ulrich still worried about her regularly, fearing that each visit may be his last, so he treats each visit as so, doing anything for her, whether that be singing, writing, or reading to her, Ulrich would do anything for his sister.


Ulrich shivers, his light leather armor over his tunic and pants. A thin saber hangs from his scabbard, bouncing once, twice, three times with each step. He looks up and around, walking alongside his fellow knights, Zarail, Tzar, and Lyvain. His glasses slide down his nose as they all approach the door, his usual concerned look over his eyes. I...I have to protect a princess... , he started thinking to himself, Of all people, why me...? Everyone else is...everyone else is so strong, not to mention that they can actually TALK to women...But these women aren't even awake. I was told that they were sleeping, but...doesn't that make it weird that we're guarding people who're sleeping...doesn't that make him a per-. Ulrich started to feel the familiar feeling of warmth on both of his cheeks, he stops on his tracks, frantically patting his face, his eyes widening as Lyvain started to open the door. He panics, he didn't want to be seen on post with his cheeks red, it'll only make him look like a weirdo, and he was sure that he wasn't a weirdo...he was normal, and he knew it! Ulrich decided to stay back from the group as they approached the door. He started to pull up the collar of his shirt, hiding his mouth, wincing as it became slightly difficult to breathe, but hey, if it was to avoid looking like a weirdo, he'd do it! He walks forward, his glasses fogging up, noticing that the other three nights were wide eyed, watching Lyvain as if they saw a ghost... Ulrich's collar falls from his mouth, his glasses finally clearing up as he spots something that caught his eye, an odd spectral cat prowling about. He noticed that it was staring at him, he tilts his head interested in the odd feline. He ignores the slight shift of wind to his side, which was the ghost that went through Lyvain. He tilts his head the other way... A...cat....?