This time I definitely think it would have been a good idea to bring Alisa along… The slender digits of Sofia Serena finding their way to the ring that sat atop that very special finger on her left hand and toying with it nervously as she wandered through the mountains alone, for once the girl from the exotic eastern island seemed to be without her impressive level of assurance and daring confidence that bloomed from within her, and instead right now only felt one thing; anxiety.
Marching into a den of wolves all by myself? That perhaps understandable when one considered what she was up against, or rather would be in a matter of minutes, one would be unlikely to find anyone who would be all that happy or excited by the prospect of marching into a home filled by brutal and bellicose beasts, and even if you were lucky enough to find a soul that fit that description there was no real guarantee that they would be considered the sanest of fellows. Or all that likely to keep their confidence when they stepped into the jaws of death either, for that matter.
Heh, I bet she wouldn’t flinch, would she? The Valerican vixen capable of thinking of one person in the world that probably would fit all those characteristics through their bravery and that image seeming to offer her a little more assurance than before, the picture of the White Empress ever unflinching in the face of any enemy was something that gave comfort and confidence to the girl who had spent so much time with her, and that was not the only face that seemed to help her either.
Uncle Nick either? Mom as well… Gifted with more figures of fortitude in her life than she realized, it felt like all the people in the world that Sofia loved would be strong enough to face down the armies of hell and beyond even on their worst day, and here she was languishing in worries? Now that simply wasn’t going to do, was it? Can’t be letting the team down like that…