[center][h3][color=darkred]James Blackwall[/color][/h3][/center]

James had caught the uncertainty in Elise's voice, and concern grew on his face. His expression was curious but worried. [color=darkred]"Why are you calling yourself Elise, and being wardened by some Templar?"[/color] Worry overtook the harshness of his expression. [color=darkred]"Do you not remember? The village, [i]your[/i] village? The year we spent together? anything?"[/color]

he barely caught Elyra's words until she slipped her hand from his and disappeared. James twisted sharply before he shouted after her. [color=darkred]"Elyra!"[/color] She didn't stop, or make any indication that she had heard him and soon disappeared from sight. He turned on his heel and began to chase after her but quickly lost track of her. He swore very loudly, scaring away a few roosting birds, before he turned back and walked back to Elise...or Athelia. He wasn't sure what to call her, his eyes told him she was Athelia Westward, his supposedly dead ex-lover yet something in his heart told him [i]that[/i] girl really was dead. He closed his eyes took a deep breath and forcefully sighed. His eyes opened again and they connect with the icy blue of Elise's. [color=darkred]"Who are you, really? What do you remember?"[/color]

[@Wick][@Kyrisse]