So tell the gun to sin Like an angel with the dirty wings Tainted by tastes of the soul This is another level Deep in @Noiyah Word Count: 908 Mana: 1630/1630
| There was a certain calm in the air that surrounded the young lady who stared back at the Bellan. Upon entering, her eyes manage to catch the slight shift of expression that turned her dull, picturesque face into a more relaxed yet refreshing one. Her instant greeting was met with polite, yet quick words that escaped the knight's lips. Taking a closer look at the woman, she was indeed very pretty. Her platinum blonde hair, which hung loosely over her shoulders, complemented her pale blue eyes quite well. It was a shame that she was too preoccupied with cleaning up the mess of papers within her vicinity that they had to break eye contact.
Her platonic admiration however, soon came to a standstill, as her knitted eyebrows expressed her confusion upon hearing the words spoken to her. It hadn't been extremely strange that the headquarters were relatively empty at that time of the day, especially during that moment in winter. Regardless, the mere aspect of all the offices being locked seemed to be odd to her. Nevertheless, she found herself bothered with the issue and decided it was in her best interest to drop it. And yet, a part of her wished she had encountered those locked doors. Perhaps breaking them down, which appeared within the premise of likelihood given her personality, would have been her own little revenge against her superiors. Suppressing a chuckle at the idea of vandalizing the property of her own faction because of her petty payback really made her wonder if she was as knightly as she had once imagined.
Shrugging the thoughts out of her head, she listened as the lady replied to her comment, which she blurted out of curiosity but may have appeared to be either humorous, if she were someone who knew how to deal with lighthearted comments, or discrediting. After saying the words, she realized that her words could have a negative connotation if the female were to dig deep into it. After all, she was basically calling the blonde woman strange for doing something so out of the ordinary. Regardless, Xandra didn't see being strange as a negative characteristic. Much to her pleasure, the woman replied with a shrugging attitude to which she smiled.
Upon the motion prompting her to enter, she realized she was still by the door. She wasted no time in entering the room and walking over to an adjacent bench where she slipped off the jacket that rested on her shoulders. It appeared that the young lady intended on leaving, which made sense as both had aimed to use the same room for different purposes which might simply collide with one another but she didn't want her to leave. The young woman had just mentioned that there was nowhere else for her to go and regardless, it would prick at her conscience if she disturbed, possibly, the only serious knight she had seen in a while. Usually, knights either preferred to go on missions, patrols or train. There were not many who willingly sat down among a pile of papers. The Bellan had serious admiration for such knights because she for one, would fall under the former category.
However, before she could open her mouth to say something, the woman before her contradicted her words and offered herself to be a spotter. At her words, the pink-haired knight couldn't help but chuckle as a grin found it's way onto her lips. "Well, a spotter isn't really necessary, even as a precautionary measure." She gave a smile to the woman, "But I would appreciate some company."
Her nose scrunched slightly as continued with a sigh, "Training alone can be quite boring." Not that training with others was particularly fun as she realized that most mages, especially knights, had a prideful reaction to losing, so much that they took it to be more of a brawl between them than actual training meant for the betterment of their abilities. She couldn't help but wince as she realized she was a tad bit like that too. However, she knew how to keep her pride in check. Now whether the woman wanted to sit there and continue her work with occasional words of conversation, or wanted to engage with the Bellan in physical training was her choice to make. Xandra didn't really mind either.
The stranger, named Noyiah, didn't happen to ring a bell. Despite rarely spending time with the other other knights, the female tried to grasp as many of their identities as possible. Partially because it appeared that quite a few of the knights, unknown to her, were aware of who she was. It gets rather awkward and cumbersome to have to tell them she doesn't know who they are. She would do so anyways, but that never changes the fact that it's a nuisance. However, she had never heard the name Noyiah before. She could assume that the knight was new. It didn't really matter so she shrugged it off before grabbing her free hand into a firm shake. "Xandra Queen, the pleasure's all mine."
She took a step back, clasping her hands behind her back as she looked at the knight before her with a grin, wanting to see her reaction to her words that requested some company. After all, it would be a shame if she let this young lady go now, where there was such a bright opportunity for friendship before her.
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