Nyla was perched in a tree in the forest, she was indulged in rwading ine of her speel books while twittling the Amulet of Sacrifical Transcendance betwwen her fingers. She seemed quite content with being alone in a forest, or atleast she beleives shes alone. Her sword lay sheathed across her lap.


Griffith was riding horseback through the park. With a fresh scent of the cool, calm air. He exhales stretching. As he passes a tree, he pick one of the leaves and set it softly in his lips before blowing softly, cresting a humming sound as she closes his eyes, entrusting his horse to guide him in the momemt of meditation.