[h3][center][color=0072bc]~Ceri~[/color][/center][/h3]

High atop the guild, sat a girl in a blue robe. The robe obscured her appearance for the most part, only a few locks of white hair ever being seen aside from her bright blue eyes and the occasional showing of pale skin. She hardly ever took it off, except to bathe or to wash it, and she never had done that with someone else, and the hood always seemed to stay firmly in place even if it was messed with. Needless to say, no one in the guild had ever actually seen her face, save for possibly two of her closest friends, Klisa and Illedrith.

She should probably be with them, today, actually. It was a festival after all and she [i]did[/i] want to go see what kinds of delicious foods they had. She had heard all kinds of people talk about it in the town recently, and she couldn't help but to be curious about it. Two small problems though. One, it was a festival held by their rival guild, and while she didn't dislike any of them except that one guy, she was never really confident around them by herself, and realistically speaking she'd likely run into them.

Secondly, she was never a fan of crowds to begin with, and she'd be lying if she said she was terrified of going, just a tiny bit.

So, out of a bit of fear and not knowing what to do, she had climbed to the top of the guilds base and found a rather relaxing spot. Her legs were dangling over the edge of the branch, swinging idly as she watched the town in the distance. For someone so timid, it didn't seem like she had much of a fear of heights. She could hear a few sounds of the festival all the way up here, and she might just have contented herself with just sitting here for the rest of the day, had Klisa not found her.

She heard the dragon slayer before she saw her. It could be said her hearing was on par with Klisa's sense of smell, considering she often fought using it instead of her sight.

Klisa took a seat next to her, commenting on the spot she found.

[color=0072bc]"Ehe...it's pretty nice...quiet, and the breeze is pretty nice too."[/color] She replied, agreeing with Klisa. She turned her head to her friend, giving her a small, gentle smile from under her hood - though Klisa wouldn't be able to see it. It quickly wilted into an unsure frown as Klisa continued speaking, though, causing her to turn her gaze towards the ground far below them.

Klisa was right, of course. The only thing that would help her get over this was just going out there and meeting people. Plus, she'd love nothing more than to go to the festival with Klisa and Mis, but she still wasn't sure about it. The chances of something bad happening were quite high. Higher than the tree she was currently sitting in.

She turned back to Klisa, seeing her smile and the hand held out to her. An invitation like that? She couldn't possibly refuse. She didn't want to upset her, after all, and well...if Klisa and Mis was with her...well, maybe everything would turn out fine.

[color=0072bc]"A-ah...uhm,"[/color] She stuttered. Her face turned a bit red under the robe as she tried to form a decent sentence, causing her to grab the edge of her hood with both hands in an attempt to pull it further down her face. [color=0072bc]"Y-you're right..."[/color] She quietly replied, releasing her hood. [color=0072bc]"It's a festival...so we should go have fun, and u-uhm, love to go with you..."[/color] She took Klisa's hand, and stood before adding a bit quickly. [color=0072bc]"A-and Mis."[/color]

Agreeing to go to the festival, Ceri and Klisa made their way off of the branch, and back down to the floor of the guild where Illedrith was waiting for them. Thankfully, now that Ceri was a little motivated they made it to her in only a few moments. Upon seeing her, Ceri gave Illedrith a friendly wave, the long sleeve of her robe hiding her hand and instead caused it to flop around rather comically. She walked over to Illedrith, completely calm. If there was one person Ceri was most comfortable around, it would be Mis.

[color=0072bc]"Hi, Mis."[/color] She quietly greeted her, fidgeting a bit under her robe. [color=0072bc]"Sorry for making you wait..."[/color]

Still didn't stop her from being timid, though.