Elaine remains silent and behind Geraint. Her eyes remain unseen under her hood, though they are on Attakul, eyeing them, calculating what their next move might be.
Over the last week, she'd gotten more and more comfortable with the 'guild', except Agiluf himself; Elaine was still suspicious of him, ever since that day in the alleyway, and nothing he'd really done had alleiviated that fear. Freya seemed nice enough, even if Elaine remained suspicious of her, and Geraint was a different matter, almost a kindred soul in some ways. Ways which Elaine did not feel comfortable revealing. After all, she'd hardly even revealed anything about herself to them, not even to Geraint, not even her face or her name. No point in endangering the others, should her pursuers catch up to her; if they didn't know her, she could slip away again, a shadow borne aloft by the wind, and they would be none the wiser, and they would simply forget her.
And yet with each passing day, the thought of leaving them was harder and harder.
And then this newcomer came. Elaine already knew the type. Too eager to prove themselves, too naive, almost delusional. The type was suspicious enough to her, for a variety of reasons which Elaine preferred to keep close to her chest. The types who claimed to slay monsters were especially dangerous; they would do anything to prove themselves. Being as Elaine was what she was, this wasn't a good thing.
She remains entirely silent.
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Topic: Frostfell Wastes: Valkain Chronicles IC (Read 19466 times)