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[color=gray][color=7809A4]Time:[/color] Morning
[color=7809A4]Location:[/color] Forest near Guarav Village
[color=7809A4]Interactions:[/color] Cyrus [@Helo], Ophelia [@princess], Dante [@FunnyGuy] Darius [@Samreaper] Menzai
[color=7809A4]Equipment:[/color] [hider=Steel Dagger of Unbreaking]
Cannot break or become dull.
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[/hider]243 Amas[/color] [/center]

[color=gray]Despite the clear attempts from one of the strange 'elves' and even Ophelia herself to defuse the situation, Viola's expression didn't change. Nodding at Cyrus' firm words as he also said they wouldn't be made prisoners, Viola kept the protective perimeter the vines formed around them, with the vines ready to strike if Ulysses or his subordinated advanced.

While seeing Ophelia put herself in front of Cyrus and her did make Viola feel a bit better, the situation still didn't let her lower her guard. That was at least until the wolf who had lost his arm spoke up with a commanding voice, ordering for Ulysses and the others to stand down.

Despite being gravely wounded, it seems he was still the one in command and as soon as he spoke up, the other wolves followed, backing down despite their complaints. To think that they, which were nothing more as mere obstacles to Viola, had the audacity to complain despite their actions made her very annoyed, but due to their connection with Ophelia and also wanting to avoid creating any more problems to her brother, she ended up retracting the Blood Rose's thorns, although it did take a good few seconds longer after the wolves backed down though.

As the rose's thorns retracted, once again embracing Viola's body, thin droplets of blood could seen rolling down from the holes the rose had left earlier, marking her immaculately white skin with thin crimson lines before the vines returned to gently apply pressure to them.

[color=7809A4]"Definitely not elves. Not with those powers..."[/color] Viola said, agreeing with Cyrus as she glanced towards the brothers, analyzing them for a good few seconds before she turned back to her brother. 

While Viola did not say a word more, it would be clear to her brother to imagine what she was thinking. Cypress knew how difficult it was for Viola to trust others, how her time at Daka Island made her see shadows lingering at every turn and suspect everyone who approached her. Even if they truly were the beings told on stories of long ago, capable of changing the very course of history with the powers they wielded... Even if they interceded for them and spoke on their defense in front of the other wolves... It was still too early for Viola to completely trust them.

[color=7809A4]"The wounded wolf... Do you think he will trust us enough to talk about... 'Phia'?"[/color] Viola asked as she looked towards Cypress, using the name her sister seemed to call herself now.[/color]

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[center][color=gray][color=F9F8E8]Time:[/color] One week after Zora arrived into Avalia.
[color=F9F8E8]Location:[/color] Riverbloom, Daisy Bakery
[color=F9F8E8]Interactions:[/color] Aurora [@mole], Barrock [@Conscripts], Rowan [@GingerBobOh]
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[color=gray]Soon after her small talk with Aurora, both of them made their way to the forest where Rowan went earlier. Even though Zora had agreed that they should at least try to understand each other if they were going to work together, she wasn't really looking forward trying to put some sense in Rowan's head... Especially how intent he seemed to be in 'controlling' and 'molding' her to his wishes. Regardless of how annoying the situation was, unless Zora was willing to try her luck around Avalia by herself instead of continuing with Rowan and Aurora, she would have to at least reach an agreement with Rowan.

Arriving at the small clearing Rowan went before, Zora noticed that both the elf and the orc were sparring against each other and instead of interrupting, she simply sat down on a tree root and waited. For a few minutes, Zora did nothing but watch as both of them sparred against each other, noticing how wildly different their fighting styles was and how they moved and reacted to each other's moves. When it finally appeared they were finished, finally stood up and approached them.

[color=F9F8E8]"One's fighting style is more than the training they received. It often is influenced by their personalities and their experiences, both in combat and in their life. It was quite fun to watch, both of you sparring, I mean."[/color] Zora said as she approached them, greeting the orc with a discreet nod.

[color=F9F8E8]"The act of sparring is not that different from a debate or a conversation to be honest. At it's essence, sparring is the acknowledgement and exchange of said experiences through one's blade... or their very fists instead of just words. Regardless of the means this 'conversation' happens, respect is necessary."[/color] Zora continued, clearly referring to the previous argument she and Rowan had.

[color=F9F8E8]"If we are to travel together, Rowan, regardless of our differences, we need to respect one another. Respect and acknowledge each other's experiences, choices and who they are. To learn with one another instead of seeing yourself as being 'superior' and try to 'mold' the other to be what they see as being 'better'. Don't you agree?"[/color] Zora finished, looking directly into Rowan's eyes with a serious expression, waiting for his reply.[/color]