[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/181214/6bb647755c72d40fbd2ed36f52383215.png[/img][/center][indent][color=5B5B5B]Noel had begun to pack up some of his belongings, the little knick knacks that he had gotten along the way to Palmyre. Most of the settlers who arrived were given a free tent and some blankets, most had brought their own along with large wagons of their own in addition to the few that the Desert Hare had with them. Noel knew better than to bring everything with his, his life was a simple one, he didn't need much as he had already lost everything before. The knight wasn't willing to lose it all again, so he figured it was best to not hold all his cards in one hand.

The sun's warmth graced his skin as he took a deep breath, eyes grazing across the fields of tents filled with many people all wanting the paradise known as Hatari. Noel had the same dream as the rest of them, to live in peace, to have a life where they weren't constantly running and hiding, looking over their shoulders just in case there was a dagger there to pierce them.

Snapping back into reality, Noel called out to his daughter, [color=DBE4EB]"Éowyn?"[/color][hr][center][@Eisenhorn][/center]
[color=white]"You have,"[/color] Cyprus said as he was soon greeted by a man and his wyvern. He quickly raised his hand in a warming gesture, both towards the wyvern rider and to command Yusef to stand down as without even having to look he knew what raced on in the laguz's mind. [color=white]"If refuge is what you seek here in Palmyre then we will grant it, otherwise we must ask you to leave."[/color]

Cyprus was old but he was a talented user of light magic, knowing full well the extent of his powers, he stood confidently that if need be he would strike down any man or beast who wanted to harm those within his caravan. [color=white]"I am Cyprus, I lead the Desert Hare. Might I ask for your name and the name of your beautiful wyvern?"[/color][hr][center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/181226/e7cbae67c896069586826866a9b911ab.png[/img]

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Éowyn had been wandering the camp, slipping away from the sight of her father as he was busy in a little world of his own. She was a bright six year old girl with a curiosity that expanded many horizons. Her youthfulness and bright innocence carried her strongly as did the brand that marked the nape of her neck.

The girl skipped along with a bag full of honey-covered candies, flashing her charming smile as she waved to the others who had come to Palmyre. There were other kids all running and playing around the camp, but Éowyn was told not to mingle with them per orders from her father. Tossing another sweetened candy into her mouth she stopped in her tracks as a feeling in her gut made her freeze.

The feeling wasn't a painful one, the feeling felt more like the warmth of a fire on a cold night, where the heat dances across your skin, etching every inch of you with warmth. That sensation caused the girl to stop and stare, blankly at the man who stood before her. He was a stranger, she knew that was for certain, but there was something about him that had a familiar aura.

[color=B16125]"You shouldn't be wandering alone."[/color] The man said. [color=B16125]"Even this camp has wolves in sheeps clothing, young one."[/color]

Éowyn stood there silently, taking the advice of the man to heart. She felt his words etch into her brain as she figured he knew what he was talking about. There seemed to be no ill-will in his advice, but she nodded, turning right back around the way she came as she began sprinting towards their tent.

Not paying any attention to where she was going, Éowyn didn't notice when she bumped into a caped man, knocking her to her feet, dropping her bag of candies along the way. [color=77DD77]"Ooph, s-sorry!"[/color] She muttered as she picked herself off the ground, dusting the dirt from her dress. She looked up at the man, bright-eyed and innocent, then down to her candies that had fallen out of her bag, sniffling beginning and tears forming.
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