Snippet #4478

((No that's fine. :) But it is actually spelt Aaria.))

Aaria did not relax the grip on her bow, even when someone from the Summer Race approached. Instead, she directed the arrow towards him, pointing it directly at his chest, her eyes narrowed dangerously. This young girl had grown to trust no-one, least of all those who sneaked up behind and definitely not someone who wore a cloak to hide their face. Her body was rigid and tense, her knuckles white with the growing grip on her bow. She scanned him quickly, whilst he spoke to the pale-faced one. Flickering, her eyes switched between the two, as she watched and waited. Not once did she drop her bow and beside her, Storm was growing agitated, stamping his hoof, detecting his Mistress' unease in a heartbeat.

It had long been established that Aaria and Storm had a connection, as she did with all horses. However their's was a lot stronger. It was one of the gifts of being a child of the Summer. She also had a slight connection to the earth, which often helped her out. Although she did not abuse this ability and never intended to. It was a gift and she respected that. Aaria only used it as a last resort or in self defence. She would never meaninglessly attack someone with it.

Out of nowhere, the new male turned to her and spoke. She was slightly startled by his words of knowing her, but once he removed his hood, she understood. "Yes, I do believe that we have met before," She said, her words still cold and disconnected. "But that was a long while ago and it was briefly, as I recall." Aaria allowed herself to drop her bow to her side, now satisified that no-one was going to attack her. "The name is Aaria. Aaria Maye." She didn't hold out a hand to shake, but she did keep her dark eyes on him for a long time.

"I thank you deeply Snow Walker," Aaria said, not removing her eyes from Romolus for a second, before they darted to Kira. "I deeply discourage you from performing such circus tricks further into the city. I don't doubt that they shall have your head for it." Her voice was laced with bitter resentment and anger, as well as a note of sarcasm. "Take care now." Quickly, she scanned the village, watching as the ice melted around them, as though it was never there to start with.

Absent-mindedly, she ran her hand down Storm's mane, attempting to calm him, but the beast was too wound up. "Hush old friend, all is well." Her eyes returned to Romolus, as she frowned. "Well, if you shall excuse us. We have to be at the castle as soon as possible. Haste is of great importance." Aaria turned to Storm, threading his reins into her hand and starting to follow the path the Snow Walker had set out on. She had not forgotten the woman on the cat, but she had decided that they meant not harm to her. She cast them a quick glance, nodding her head once, before continuing on. In the back of her mind, she wondered if Romolus would dare to follow...

((I've never tried to make a character sound as though they are from some olden time, so please forgive me if I'm sending out any mixed messages with Aaria's speech. She is supposed to sound as though she has just stepped out of the past. :D))