[h3][center][i]Etsuko Tanaka // Barcea, Southwestern Region[/i][/center][/h3]

Etsuko hadn’t even had a chance to agree to Cyril’s near command when a familiar set of hands had placed themselves on her waist and lifted her up with ease. She didn’t even have to look to know that Calypso was the one who had done so. As she took a moment to settle behind Ayano and as Calypso had deftly gotten on Cyril’s horse, she looked to the dust cloud Drosil and his mount had left behind. It seemed as though she wasn’t the only one who sensed danger.

By the time they had arrived in the village, the smell of death and smoke nearly choked the Diviner. While Ayano was fortunate enough to have a cloth to cover her mouth and nose, Etsuko only had her hand. She could barely register what Cyril had asked her to do, but somehow she managed to. With a small nod, she watched as Calypso, Alasa and Cyril headed into the village.

[b]”Please be careful…”[/b]

Even if she couldn’t have predicted the mass amounts of carnage that littered the village, the mere stench of it wafting towards them told her that finding a survivor would be considered lucky. She had been sending as many prayers to the Divines as she could when Ayano frantically began searching for something. Etsuko felt her hand latch onto her wrist and merely smiled at her comforting words. With her other hand, she affectionally patted Ayano’s head.

[b]“Yes, of course, Princess.”[/b]