Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20160726000337/@comment-28358106-20160923145710

The sun shines throught the trees in the cool, clear morning air. Mist still clings to small pockets of the forest, splitting the sun into golden beams that rain down upon the forest floor, turning patches of fallen maple leaves into bursts of autumn color. Aurum stretches, the sun behind her in a halo of light. She yawns and flaps her wings a few times, then bends from side to side. She already has her practice armor on, and her waster is buckled at her hip.

Jorge watches her. It has been over a month since the Glyph incident, but the differences upon returning were immediately noticeable. Things were clearer somehow, as if the dark fog of uncertainty had been lifted from everything. Thomas' children were always good, and pure hearted, but even now they seemed more...he wasn't sure. Vibrant? Alive? He didn't know. Something at the back of his mind was telling him that this was how they always have been, but now he was able to see the truth.

Especially in Aurum. She still treated him with a polite deference, but now it seemed to be more out of respect than diffidence. Her posture was upright and her stride was sure. Gone was the shadow of self-doubt. She was still the same person; she still liked the same things and said the same things and showed the same quirks. But she was undoubtedly different. She wasn't just the eldest daughter; she led them. She had an air that was almost regal...

She smiles and calls out as he approaches. "Sir Jorge, I've been trying a new trick." She walks over to her shield and nudges it over with her foot until it falls face down. Quickly,in a fluid motion, she stomps its edge and it flips into the air, where she boots it up with the tip of her foot, catching the grip with her hand.

She grins. "Flashy, I know. No lectures on practicality, please," she says good-naturedly.