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❝We are all made up of star dust.❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#27408B ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #EEA2AD】
|| Blame || Bastille ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#27408B ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #EEA2AD】
|| Blame || Bastille ||
Lyra nodded in understanding and reached into her bag. "Is this the one?" She inquired, having been building up her own stock of poisons. She was nowhere near as good as Nieve was rumored to be, but it was important to have a stock when you were a travelers. Lyra looked into Nieve's eyes, she did not see her death, which was good. Tymol too, volunteered, their gaze meeting. Lyra did not see his death. In fact, she saw no death in any of the volunteers. The young banshee smiled timidly, she had not realized just what sort of task she would be undertaking when it meant organizing a party, but now that they had a few members, they could officially go. Lyra was excited, this was a mission worthy of her talents.
"We leave at dawn!" She announced, glad that putting a team together had been easy enough. Today they would have to gather supplies. Lyra wasn't sure what kind of quest this would turn out to be, but she had no visions when she went to sleep that night. It gave her a good feeling when she awoke early the next morning and put her clothing on. The young banshee had rented a flat in town, small, private, but it had a view of the river and that was all she could have asked for. Lyra dressed in what she deemed appropriate, slacks and a tunic. She shrugged her jacket on over this and clasped her sword against her side, making certain that it was secure.
She ate a piece of bread as she walked towards the guild, the sun poking up just above the horizon. If they left at dawn, they would reach the tower by noon. Already Lyra was eager to lay eyes upon it, a place of myth. Of course, they would need to battle the dragon first, but Lyra felt confident that they could win against the beast of lore. It wouldn't be the first dragon the guild members would be against, surely. After all, Allen, Nieve, and Sopheene had gone up against a wyvern the day prior, if she had seen the quest log correctly. Tymol was also experienced, albeit he used to be a thief. Lyra did not hold that against him. They had all come from different backgrounds, some to escape persecution, others wandering, in search of something.
"Good morning," Tymol waved, rocking back and forth on his heels. Lyra finished her piece of bread and wiped her fingers on her cape. "Have the others arrived yet?" Tymol shook his head and yawned. "The guild hall isn't even open yet, why did you call the meeting time so early?" He asked, running a hand through his white hair. "Because the earlier we leave, the easier it will be to come back before evening." One did not want to be caught in the enchanted after nightfall. It could grow quite dangerous once the sun went down, even if the fey and humans were technically at peace.