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|| The Whole Sky || Kalafina ||
White healer's robes were white like that for a reason. It was so that you'd be easy to spot by your teammates so if they needed help they would know what direction to run to. Nieve was happy in her healer's robes, it was like a uniform. "That's right." She whispered to herself after washing her face. "You can use your talents for good." She wouldn't have to kill people anymore. Her parents wanted her to be a dreadful assassin in the night, but she didn't want that life. Elren saved her, and now she was here. Pheenie looked beautiful in her white tunic and warrior's mask. Due to her skill with a sword, Sopheene was sometimes called the Sword Saint. With her white tunic, she really did strike a divine sort of image. Allen had a sacred bow that could shoot elemental arrows, and he wore simple archer's garb with an arm bracer to help his grip.
Tymol and Lyra were already waiting and ready for them. Lyra was a strong girl, perhaps she could even match with the Sword Saint. Meanwhile Tymol wasn't the best fighter but no one could get in or out of a place better than he could. "There you all are. We were waiting!" He grinned, lazily leaning against a tree. Allen waved his hand in greeting. "It's a good day for a mission. The Tower's that way, so we should get moving." Sopheene nodded shyly. She didn't put her mask on yet, but she would once they got closer. She was very timid, but with the mask on it was like she became a different person. "Thanks again for the Anyxria." Nieve gave a polite bow, never one to forget her noble manners. "I have all sorts of tinctures and salves for us just in case things get strenuous." Her bag rattled with glass bottles and ointments.
Nieve always liked to listen to people's footfalls as they walked. It was a weird habit of hers. Tymol had small short steps that made no sound, as if he was permanently creeping about, trying not to be heard. Allen's steps were lively and had good stride, he knew how to move around quickly and deftly. Pheenie was a bit heavy in her steps, and she always hesitated a bit before putting her foot down. A quiet girl that had good firm footing in a fight. Nieve's steps were slow and deliberate, but with the poise a noble lady would have. She still hadn't fully shed her Magnolia mannerisms yet. Lyra's footsteps felt almost floaty, as if she could fly away at any second.
As they drew closer, Tymol ran ahead to scout. When he returned, he had news. "The dragon is awake. The door to the tower's locked, but if I can get close enough, I can pick it open for us." He snickered with youthful pride. "Just like the legends say, the dragon's left eye looks scarred." Allen nodded. "Then I'll aim my arrows for the other eye so we can blind it." A blind dragon was a lot easier to handle than one that could see, albeit only with half of it's vision. Nieve rummaged in her back, retrieving a bottle. "Everyone have a sip." She said, taking a sip of the bitter green liquid. "It'll help your skin not burn if you get hit by fire." Pheenie blushed nervously as she put the mask on but once her face was covered she looked ready. "I'll be at the front. I'm the strongest of us." She said firmly, voice strong and alluring for Nieve. Just watching Pheenie drink her potion made her feel a little warm inside.