something in the water / joining

[adventure.]

MARGAET ELLEFSEN

FEMALE — FROSTBLOWN — MEMBER OF THE AMARANYTHNE SABER CORPS

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]the sound of wings slapping against air currents would herald the arrival of a she-wolf, four wings folding to her back as she dropped the few remaining feet into a snowbank with a sneeze and grumble, "there's too much bloody chill in the air to safely fly", would come her muffled complaint as the swordswoman dragged herself from the snowdrift she had landed in. standing to shake her pelt of ice and snow, she would give savah a curious look, tilting her head to the side as she looked the small molly over from where she was. "ah, welcome. sorry for the drop-in visit. my wings were locking up", she would chuckle as she moved to join the party of bodies, cautiously sniffing her from afar. was she the one she was looking for? no ... sadly not.

trotting alongside baalal, she would look up, hearing the tremor of her voice, "it's alright love, you don't need to tell us your backstory. don't feel forced to do so, alright? they're a big oaf but they mean well - if anything they're more concerned about you than any part of your history.", she would murmur, giving the sage a hard glare as if to shame them, letting them know that they passed the boundry of comfort for the small molly. the two had known each other since she had stumbled across the group a few years back, and she had stayed with the group since that time. clearing her throat, she would hum softly, "ah, my manners are lacking. my apologies, love. my name's margaret ellefsen but feel free to call me margo - it's easier to yell, haha. you'll have all the space that you want, you don't have to worry about sharing it if you don't want to.", the corps member would murmur, remembering the days where she had tried to flee the screams of the dying on the battlefield. she had never been able to clean herself of that blood - she had been forced to embrace it and move past the worst of the memories in a series of haunting nightmares that would occasionally come back for her. the fearful smile that the other wore nearly broke the swordswoman's heart, her gaze soft as she looked up at her, feeling the strong urge to protect her.

#psychosocial.