[table][row][i][b][color=mediumslateblue]Belisendé[/color][/b] [color=lightsalmon]Mid-Morning[/color] | Temporary Camp | Reynes Kingdom[/i][/row][cell] [i]Thunk.[/i] The sound followed the swift whistle of wind as an arrow lodged itself into a crudely erected target. [i]Thunk.[/i] Another arrow joined it, taking it's place around the hap-hazard ring of a bulls-eye. [i]Thunk.[/i] The young pink-haired girl, Belisendé, kept her eyes trained on the misshapen hunk of wood despite the tremble in her hands. She had spent the last few hours nocking arrows, firing them and recollecting them over and over and over. Her shaking was not from fatigue, but from the events of the last few days and the news that followed with it. The sacking of Garleton... and the taking of Edinburgh - the capitol, [i]her home[/i]... When she closed her eyes she could see the face of the man she'd killed in Garleton, the first life she'd ever taken and though she was a bit naive, she knew if she kept on the the Empire's - no, Alnard's forces, it would not be the last. It had made her physically sick many times over during the march to their current location. More than once she had run off, puked, and rejoined the tail end of the group. It still made her sick, though only sometimes. Other times she closed her eyes and pictured the faces of her parents as Edinburgh was overrun. This was the worst, and it'd kept her up worrying for them. In the waking hours she prayed very hard for their safety. Now, she'd been shooting arrows and quietly accepting her assignment to scout out the nearby fort in an effort to keep her mind off of the unpleasant things. She hadn't entirely been successful. [i]Thwack.[/i] When the last arrow in her quiver hit the base of the target completely outside of the crudely drawn circle, Bel blinked her eyes and came out of a kind of stupor. She sighed and collected the arrows, replacing them in her quiver and decided to take a break. Yeah, a break would be good. She would get some water and maybe try and connect with a few other recruits. The majority of those gathered were much more experienced than her, civilians aside. She never did get the name of the knight she'd met that night either... [i]Ugh,[/i] she thought briefly, shaking her head. She did want to thank him more properly, but dredging up a bad memory like that was what she'd spent most of the morning trying [i]not[/i] to think of. Bel glanced over to her side where most of the horses were grazing, her own included. She felt better when he was in eyesight, loathe to keep him penned up after what happened last--- [color=mediumslateblue]"Enough!"[/color] Bel shouted to herself, though she quickly snapped her mouth shut when curious eyes landed on her. She fought down an embarrassed blush and stalked into the heart of camp, looking for rations, water, and company before she had to go out and scout the stronghold once more. [/cell] [cell][img]https://i.imgur.com/iTSz1XL.png[/img] [center]_________________________ Status: [color=lawngreen]Alive[/color] Currently: Training [/center][u]Class[/u]: Squire [u]EXP[/u]: 35 [u]Inventory[/u]:[list] [*]Iron Bow (3/3) [*]Vulnerary (3/3)[/list] [hider=Stats][u]END[/u]: E [u]STR[/u]: E [u]MAG[/u]: D [u]DEX[/u]: C [u]SPD[/u]: D [u]DEF[/u]: E [u]RES[/u]: D [u]LCK[/u]: C[/hider] [hider=Supports]N/A[/hider][/cell][/table]