[center][color=pink][h2]Rosalia Flos[/h2][/color][/center]
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Rosalia had not expected to be directly addressed, especially not by the man who had prompted some sort of hazy recollection in the depths of her memories. With little else to go by than the fact his name rang a bell, which she acknowledged could easily be because one of the many soldiers she had met in the passing may have shared a name, she saw little reason to be anything besides pleasant.

The corners of her lips pulled upwards in a smile as a short, polite laugh escaped her. [color=pink]"I suppose it would be naive to believe that the opposing army would have such a hole in their defenses, but as an aerial combatant, I can at least dream that they would be so careless."[/color] She couldn't deny that even after all of these years, the very sight of a bow and arrow, even when off the battlefield, was enough to cause the muscles in her arms and shoulders to tense instinctively. Enemy fire wasn't particularly pleasant to deal with in the first place, nevermind when there was the threat of plummeting to the ground at heights where broken bones were among the best case scenarios.


Her voice took on a slightly more light-hearted as she continued, her arms coming u to fold across her chest. [color=pink]"I fear that I will simply have to impose on you to deal with the archers then, Mr...Ansgar,"[/color] she said, momentarily faltering on his name. There was a beat of pause, and then she cocked her head to the side as her gaze drifted up to focus on the weapon he carried. Perhaps it was the apparent ease and comfort in which he carried the lance, but it led Rosalia to think that he likely had some familiarity with wielding the thing. [color=pink]"Though I have yet to see you in action, I somehow feel that you must be quite capable with your weapon. Have you had any formal training?"[/color]

[@Eisenhorn]