Shay smiled as Sun took her left wrist in his delicate hands. She was wary of those who touched her but Sun was not one of them. His touch was soft and always welcome, the sweet reminder of the good that's left in the hell hole that they lived in. She always thought of the day when Blessed ones like Sun over populated the world. It seemed to be the cure for their poisoned planet. War, death, evil, carnage, everything they knew to survive was not what Shay believed Earth needed to heal. Perhaps with more Lands like theirs they could eventually overtake the Dead across the globe and begin healing their planet. 

Shaylly focused her wandering thoughts back to Sun in a quick moment, taking in everything he was saying. Although he spoke fast his words were crisp and clear and Shay understood the gravity of the story revealed. It had been awhile since their last attack by the Dead, so long that people had seemed to get used to the peace, not expecting another attack any time soon. Shay was always on her guard though, training, being trained, ready for their next attack. This was her sworn duty and her purpose in life. But she also had a goal to fly for her brother. She was going to be allowed a test flight in one of the few fighter jets they housed. They barely used them for real flight, saving them for the most serious of attacks as it took too much of their resources to use and was too much of a risk to fly unless truly needed. Shay doubted today was worthy of using them, which meant her first flight would be postponed. She hid the heavy disappointment she felt, like an anchor that sunk from her chest to the pit of her stomach, and focused on what was more important. 

Shay felt Sun beginning to pull on her arm, urging her forward to the gates to meet with Ravenia for further instructions. She took a step forward to begin following Sun when her attention was pulled for a moment as she saw Fenrir had joined their conversation. She was glad he was willing to help. She knew Fenrir was a Blessed one as she had seen his ability during a story telling night in the city. Not only was Fen great with his story telling but he incorporated his own shape shifting in to the story to make it more alive and exciting. It was a much needed distraction for the people, especially the kids. She had been listening from afar and enjoyed his performance but she had never met him face to face. She wasn't entirely sure of his name but was guessing on her memory from listening in that it was Fenrir. She nodded to Fen as he agreed to come then turned to look at Isam as he asked how he could help them. Her dark eyes scaled his body from his face, up alone his body, to his head, then back down to his body again. He was strong. Hopefully he was smart too. "Yeah come with us Isam. It sounds like we'll need all the help we can from our strongest." 

She herself was strong in build. Her frame was lithe but muscular, her body fat down to around 13%; her endurance was in peak performance as she pushed herself every day in training. When all else failed with weapons and brute force, she might need to run to escape and she was ready if it was ever needed. "Let's go!" Shay grabbed Sun's wrist as he held hers and raced by his side towards the gates. She kept in good speed with him, hoping the others would keep up as Sun explained they had to move in haste. 

When they arrived to the gates and Shay didn't see Ravenia she then looked around for Marcus, the Gate Keeper. She knew him well as she had spent a lot of time when she first had arrived here watching the lands with him at the gates. She enjoyed the quiet and at the time didn't have much desire for sleep. Many of her first nights were restless, full of nightmares of her escape to the city and the loss of her family. Marcus allowed her presence and she enjoyed the distraction from her own mind. She got along well with him, she believed, because of her equally matched stubbornness and her complete lack of knowledge in technology. She leaned on Marcus for support when learning to fly the jet simulators and how the machines technically worked. But lately with her new role in keeping the city fit and healthy, and perfectly fine to get a full 8-10 hours of sleep, she didn't see much of Marcus or spend much time with him face to face. It was nice to be with him again but the circumstance was unfortunate. "Marcus!" Shay called out for him. She had let go of Sun's hand and was placing her arm lightly around his shoulder. Sun was to Shay like a brother she cared deeply for. Her real brother, Shane, was gone and would never come back, but it was nice to have the same love for another to share with. It helped heal her in a way.