06-17-2011, 05:08 PM
"Wow," Winter mumbled. She glanced around, looking for more of the Unconsecrated, but thankfully found none. Turning her head back up, looking at the Guardian tower, she squinted her eyes. For a brief moment she thought she saw someone looking back down at them. She disregarded it, knowing it was probably just worry or paranoia. Anyways, no one could see them here right? The trees were tall and full, their leaves blocking the village ground from sight. Gazing back at the strange man, she raised an eyebrow. "What's your name," she asked, curiosity of the outside world running through her brain.
"Yeah, of course," he said to Scarlett and smiled at her. He noticed his hand still entwined with hers and he blushed, coughing as he gently pulled it away. He didn't want her to know his feelings, seeing as they more than likely wouldn't be able to act on them considering his strict, pious parents. He watched the fence line gently shake in the wind and frowned. If 88 of the Unconsecrated really were coming this way, it most likely wouldn't hold. But they'd with held attacks right? He tried asking himself, but he knew there was never one over 30 at the most.
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