[center][h2]A First[/h2][/center]
[center][i]Wind Wild[/i][/center]
[center]Calder Dylan, Ludelle Glowren[/center]
[center]Day 3, Noon[/center]

Ludelle had to make two steps for each one he took, even though she could tell he was walking as slow as possible for her. Still, he was almost twice her height and as fluid and graceful as his legs were, he couldn’t make his legs any shorter. Luckily the long halls of the Tower provided a good stretch for them to strike a pace that was somewhat comfortable for both without looking insanely ridiculous. The rest lied in the hope that people would understand it was hard to keep up with a troll. 

She was nervous. For one, she had never met the husband and wife-to-be and despite Calder’s diligence in explaining who they are, she still felt that her place wasn’t among them. She wasn’t a loner but she was fairly certain that her behaviour throughout the week she’d been here had been a bit too rude. Yes, she’d had to deal with a lot and Adela’s presence and her memories still haunted her and there was still that hole in her heart that started bleeding every time she thought about Marcus… but none of it was any of those people’s fault. Calder’s constant presence had been an annoyance at first but now she was happy that he was with her and even happier that he’d given her the time to deal with her issues. 

The only problem was how the others would receive her. She had behaved like a brat and after many of the knights had risked their necks to break her out of Southgate, she hadn’t done anything to pay them back or even acknowledge their bravery. She’d just locked herself in her room and only came out once she felt she could face this new life. She hadn’t asked for it but after what Adela had been thought, Ludelle was certain there were worse things. 

Speaking of the latter, Ludelle had found out some pretty reliable records on the assault on her and the instructions on what to do to her if anyone from the Stygian Blade got lucky enough to find out her whereabouts. There would be no pats on the shoulder or a “well done”, so the elf was pretty certain that Adela wasn’t a spy. Still, she couldn’t easily ignore Marcus’ words and the doubts made her avoid the woman awkwardly, even though the glaring had stopped. 

They finally reached the courtyard where the Master of Words was going to transport them to the wedding site. She cast her eyes around and explored the faces – so many people were gathered here it was hard to believe a single building could be a home to them all. Men, women, and even a few children from all sorts of races, mostly humanoid but not just. She spotted the prison guard who had assaulted her, Calder’s brother, and he was carrying a huge bundle of white and red roses and he was grinning and looking handsome and pleasant and nothing like what he did in the prison. She spotted Adela and she was dashing, dressed in a suit that fit her soul like a glove. She saw the Masters and Mistresses congregated at the far end of the yard, all of them polished and perfect, and she moved her eyes back to Calder and he looked amazing too. And Ludelle couldn’t help but feel embarrassed and blush because as nice as her [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/95/c7/ba/95c7ba93f890d0cdfb22d39114e6b082.jpg]dress[/url] was she couldn’t say it reflected her soul because that was fractured, pieces left behind in Marcus’ arms. 

Deciding to steer clear of that line of thought she approached the nearest unfamiliar face and decided it’s time to start anew. 

“Hello there. My name is Ludelle, what is yours?” She smiled, holding out a hand.