[center][h3] [/h3][/center][h3][hr][color=#657499]Branna Naves[/color][/h3][hr][sup][i]Town Edge  ||  Lothian Empire: Garleton  ||  Noon[/i][/sup][indent] [/indent][table][row][/row][row][cell]
Branna poked a finger through the hole in the wing in front of her, then tugged lightly. The wyvern jerked, rearing back and flapping his wings with a snort, the wind stirred up by the motion ruffling Branna’s hair as she laughed. Coming out in scratchy cuts punctuated by silence when her vocal cords struggled to make ends meet, the sound was a mixture of hoarse and croaky before it dissipated into the air at the edge of town.

Getting to her feet, she stroked the wyvern’s flank, admiring his iridescent armor. Movement to her left drew her eyes, and she looked over with a smile, waving at the two passing squires, who quickened their pace down the path. Then, turning back to her wyvern, who’d lowered his head so that he was eye-level with her, she headbutted him, then patted his cheek.

[color=#657499]“Later, Mors,”[/color] she croaked, waving as she walked towards the town. 

The wyvern shook his limbs out, then took off running, his bounds giving enough lift to boost him up when he opened up his wings. Into the air he went, veering towards the nearby forest as Branna continued into town, a smile on her lips. 

With the sun high in the sky, the busiest place in town was the plaza, given that the marketplace was situated near there. On one side, people bustled through makeshift stalls as shopkeeps shouted out their wares. On the other was a milling crowd out of which music spilled, and Branna walked towards the song. At the center of the crowd she found a performance going on: A minstrel plucked at his lute as a richly-robed girl danced before the crowd, brandishing a pair of flower-emblazoned fans. Despite the fast pace of the music and the size of the girl’s robe, the girl’s movements maintained an aura of elegance as she moved, and Branna paused at the edge of the circle to watch, her eyes drifting over the others there. It was a mismatched crowd of people, both villagers and travellers within, judging by the number of children and weapons present. 

Soon enough, though, Branna found the most solemn person there: Behind the dancer was a boy with a spear, who stood off to the side only enough to remain somewhat inconspicuous. His eyes were fixated on the dancing girl, but they quickly darted to the side when the crowd around him shifted, and Branna traced his eyes to a child being lifted by her father. As she was standing across from the child in the crowd, it didn’t take much time for the girl to notice Branna on the other side of the dancer, and when she did Branna raised a hand to wiggle her fingers.

‘Boo,’ she mouthed. 

The girl’s eyes widened, her small hands gripping for her father’s, and Branna’s grin stretched wider.
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[color=#657499]Status: [/color]Tickled
[color=#657499]Class: [/color]Wyvern Flier
[color=#657499]Exp: [/color]0
[color=#657499]Inventory:[/color]
[list][*]Iron Spear
[*]Vulnerary[/list][hider=Stats]
[indent][color=#657499]END:[/color] D
[color=#657499]STR: [/color]C                         
[color=#657499]MAG:[/color] E
[color=#657499]DEX:[/color] D
[color=#657499]SPD: [/color]C
[color=#657499]DEF: [/color]E
[color=#657499]RES: [/color]E
[color=#657499]LCK: [/color]D[/indent][/hider][/cell][/row][/table]