[open] Fools on parade cavort and carry on -ANY

[Tarvelie]

Tarvelie

-She who is brave, is free-

Was it to much to be left alone? Tarvelie snorted, eyes flicking to the dark mass before her. He was a handsome stag, dark with an outstretch of leathery wings. Her own battered sails fluttered at the sight. He then spoke, voice low as he offered her a place to stay. Nerine? Her heart jumped, she had just told herself this journey would be best taken alone! Though possibly within a kingdoms walls she would be safer... It was possible that the protection of the lands borders would quell her anxiety. Even just a bit of it. Though she was a skeleton reborn, battered, and worn, her steps toward him were graceful. A calming power in the movement. "And what is this Nerine like?" She countered, eyes rolling over his expanse of flesh and muscle. Once she mirrored him, young and strong, powerful in her walk. Though her heart remained in the days of strong legs and road hungry muscles, her body was so freverently stuck in this dead state. She strived to be beautiful once more, graceful and ever so terrifyingly powerful looking. That was who she was. Not this beaten down version of herself she wore now. No, she was going to fix this.