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[color=7cfd93][sub][i]The Capital, Elementia[/i]

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The last few knights had been announced, their appearances and actions true to their titles. Again, their reliability remained to be seen. It wasn't long before the knights were to be ushered onto a... Wagon? The only time Alya had ever dealt with these things was when she played pranks on traders that came through the forests. She never really knew what it'd be like to be [i]in[/i] one. She wasn't a trader, why would she get into a wagon?

Such thoughts quickly disappeared as the young Knight of Light whistled loudly. A wolf sprinted through the crowd, approaching the group. Alya instinctively took a half-step back and drew her hunting knife, concluding that the wolf was moving too quickly for her to use a blowgun or bola at that point in time. She readied herself for a quick wrestle with a wolf, however it's behaviour was completely out of the ordinary. It was docile and obedient toward the boy who introduced himself as 'Leonidus'. Her gaze remained fixed on the wolf as she analysed actions. Strange. Suddenly Akash burst out of her arm, the falcon was of normal size this time. It screeched aggressively at the wolf, ready to assist it's master in a confrontation against another predator.

Alya's eyes narrowed as the wolf's tail wagged happily. She sighed, sheathing her blade. [color=a2d39c]"Akash."[/color], the huntress said firmly. The falcon stopped it's screeching and retreated back into it's tattoo form. [color=a2d39c]"I apologise. I'm not used to seeing a predator in such a docile state. Pray you keep him under control."[/color] She warned in a serious tone before relaxing, her tone becoming a lot lighter in comparison as she quickly introduced herself.

[color=a2d39c]"I am Alya Frei. Nice to meet you all! This whole 'Knights' thing is pretty weird isn't it? You guys have strange customs."[/color], rambled the huntress, a cheerful, carefree expression in her voice. It sounded like some sort of weird switch had occurred in her speech pattern, but it was mostly just her trying to.. Not seem like a complete outsider.