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[sub][color=FFB6C1]In the Sanctuary[/color][/sub]
[sub]Interacting With: Vilkas ([@GrizzTheMauler]), Voltaire ([@Ithradine])[/sub][/center]
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Stephanie is laying on her bed in her bedroom, thinking about many things. The primary thing that crossed her mind was the fact there was a massive weight lifted off her shoulders. It mainly included the fact she no longer had to deal with her parents, whom were tormented throughout her 16 years of existence. She was grateful to Asri for telling her of the prying gift of her mother, which was the necklace that pried on her inner thoughts. [color=FFB6C1]”Ugh, I really hate my mother’s gift. At least I had a better dream than the usual ones I had been having. I have a feeling the Necklace had a specific enchantment placed on it to cause one to have very graphic and vivid nightmares. But that could wait later. Since I am pretty much happier not knowing what that [i]’necklace’[/i] does right now.”[/color] Stephanie said. She knew it was basically in the morning, since she slept peacefully through the night even though that necklace was still being strange, in showing ominous colors and things.

It was an exhilarating experience to realize the gift, which her father gave her is basically harmless. Even though it has an oddly strange side effect, which Ar’oa told her the day before. [color=FFB6C1]”I should get out of my bedroom and get something to eat for breakfast… since Sarah says its an important part of your morning.”[/color] Stephanie said. She had a happier tone of voice, even though she wanted something to wake her up more completely. However, something stopped her a bit midpoint of her decision to get out of her bedroom, was the two weapons, which she brought with her. She couldn’t help but give them the long stare in terms of they are good for defensive purposes. [color=FFB6C1]”Ugh, I should at least take one… if I want to [i]’train’[/i] with one. Those two weapons are the reason for my torment by my parents...”[/color] Stephanie said, with a bit of eye roll.

She slowly walks up to one of her two weapons, which took a long and drawn mental note of the one she likes the least. They are both brutal weapons for brutal people, in how they constantly fight and make her feel like crap, however. If she tried to master one of them, she could be better prepared to face them if it came to it. Therefore, she chose to pick up the one she was forced to pick first, her mother’s namesake even though she disliked using the Firebrand Sword the most. It constantly exploded in her face and her mother would constantly laugh at her for it basically backfiring for her lack of wanting to learn the weapon. [color=FFB6C1]”I wonder if anyone could make me a sword basically, which uses water elemental magic…”[/color] Stephanie said. She knew of Vilkas, however, she didn’t know if he would be able to craft her a weapon so soon after meeting. It would be pretty awkward and would probably put pressure on someone she just met. She put the sword she hates the most and its seethe on her waist to wonder about anything. It was pretty obvious she didn’t want to keep both of the weapons on her like how she came here since both were a bit much for her to wield since she isn’t that good at dual wielding weapons

Stephanie finally walked out of her cabin, which is in her bedroom since it was a beautiful rendition of the flower fields next to her hometown. It made her cry happy tears a bit seeing the violas. She was always happy seeing the purple flowers, which is her middle name and to a greater extent her evil mother’s middle name too. She finally made it to the door to the Sanctuary proper, and opened it and walked out of her room with a gentle smile on her face. This place is one thing, it was definitely amazing place. She walked towards the mess hall, which was definitely a thing since she definitely need to eat something after all. It was obvious since she’s only 16 years old. [color=FFB6C1][i]”Wow… this place is a very nice place to stay if they always have that smell coming from the mess hall.”[/i][/color] Stephanie thought to herself, while still walking to the mess hall. 

She entered the mess hall and went to the place where she collected her food before and noticed Vilkas chatting to another Resident of the Sanctuary. It was pretty much obvious she wanted to talk to other people since she always wanted to make friends. She slowly walks up with a small smile on her face. [color=FFB6C1]”Hello, my name is Stephanie. Hey Vilkas, how are you doing today?”[/color] Stephanie asked, curiously to both of the people she asked that question to. Her first thing was towards the Resident, which she recognizes by the name of Voltaire but decided to introduce herself a bit more formally to him. However, the primary thought in her mind was her parents never really mentioning half-elves at all. It was a bit odd for her to remember since they had horrible things to say about Elves in general, however. She wasn’t much of a person to repeat her parents cruelty in their words, since she wants to be highly friendly to all. It’s mostly because of her outright dislike of fighting for fighting sake alike her parents Rita and Derrick did enjoy so much.