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Ascadellia
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01-20-2011, 12:12 AM
Aristos aimed an arrow at one of the targets, concentrating on getting it right. Soon, he let it go and the arrow zoomed past some of the others, landing almost perfectly in the center. He sighed a little, frowning. He wasn't sure it hit dead center. He was getting a little rusty. He glanced over as he saw some of the girls training. Noticing one of them take off their dress, he almost frowned. That was certainly not very acceptable. He mentally shrugged however. It probably was not very practical. Thus he could understand why exactly she did that.
He was wearing an exomis, which was typical to wear when you were going to do some sort of work. It ended a few inches above his knees, and tied up in one shoulder, the rest was bare. He did wear something under the thing. He had brown leather sandals on his feet. Over his shoulder was a quiver of arrows. On his belt, he had his Damascus. He had already taken up his own room, of course sharing with Jerik. The idiot was probably flirting with some of the other girls. He almost chuckled.
Lyra made her way toward the cliff. She had been distracted by one of her aunts. They had insisted on giving her a few more lessons on how to properly make use of her godgiven powers. She had her hair down, brushing her almost bear shoulders. The dress she wore was modest enough, but still showed her figure. It was a black color, since she didn't think the white or other light colors would work best with her skin color. Noticing there were two others at the cliff, she smirked. So she wasn't late. This was good. For a moment she had thought they were all there. Hopefully there were more to come. She wanted to just hurry up and go take down those silly little heros. Of course, they had to train a little. Not just blindly go in there. That would be a huge mistake.
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