[h3][b][color=silver][center]Day Two [/center][/color][/b][/h3]
[center][color=66CDAA][h3]Lucia[/h3][/color][/center]
[center][color=66CDAA][b]Time:[/b][/color] [color=#CFD8DC] Afternoon 
[color=66CDAA][b]Location:[/b][/color] Port 10, Lucia’s Residence 
[color=66CDAA][b]Interaction:[/b][/color]  [@helo] Leon 
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Lucy’s Bow and Arrows[/url][/hider]

[color=silver]The port was unusually busy, hustling with citizens going about their business of the day. Above her, seagulls cried and squawked as they searched for food. The salty, yet delicious air, filled her nostrils, filling her with warmth and joy. To her right the ocean waves crashed and pulled back, taunting the kids playing by its edges. Her eyes were gleaming with joy as she watched. The children, mainly elves, were laughing and playing as they should be. They didn’t have to worry or care about the world. That was how it should be - carefree, happy and having fun with anyone and everyone. It was this dream and vision that had pushed her through the toughest times of her life: leaving her family, the ones who had cared and loved her, had groomed her to hate Aklenroth, and to fight for the future of Avalia. It was who she was now, and she wasn’t going to look back on it. 

Lucia turned to her companion, a human named Leon. She had found him the night the DROMS had been activated. Despite being delayed by her Dark Elf squad’s death, she hadn’t let it deter her from searching for humans. She had to. What would happen if the other side scooped them up? What if they had been tortured? Lucy had searched day and night in the woods and near Roshmi. She had asked Elleta to help her find them. Of course the elven woman had been searching herself until disappearing to the Golden Death. That night, Lucy had her silver-gray stallion, Moonlight, searching with her. She’d been on the brink of wanting to give up, before telling herself that was ridiculous, when she’d found Leon. 

The fire sparked in her, creating a wildfire. She’d been caring for him and shielding him ever since. With her fortune of amas, she’d bought him clothes, food and provided shelter. They had been staying in a hideout she’d created in the woods to sneak away with her friends. She trained him with his magic and how to defend himself, and how to blend into the light elf community. It proved to be difficult, but she’d not let it deter her. He seemed to tinker with anything and everything, for some reason. Lucy had let him play with her staff and bow, under supervision. She’d given him pieces and parts of her armor as well and to make something of his own with it. He was not going to get injured on her watch, that was for sure. She’d also asked him about Earth, what it was like and where he had come from. Lucy had been fascinated and enjoyed hearing it, hanging onto every word. 

Once the ball had been announced, Lucia had immediately rejected the idea of going. It was nothing but a trap and she wasn’t allowing her human or self to get involved in it. The news of rebels meeting at port ten had been her interest. She had left with Leon that day on horseback. She didn’t allow them to delay and had packed food and water. She’d been stacked with weapons as well. Throughout the day and night, they arrived prior to everyone else. She’d bought them a home to stay in as well. It was plain and ordinary, as she preferred. It didn’t stand out and it was enough room for the two of them. It stood upon a hill overlooking the sea and port. Elleta and her allies, Morgayne and Regulus, had been staying there as well as an extra layer of security. They had asked about a blonde girl named Belle, and her companions Torvi and Bowyn, but Lucy had told her she didn’t know them or see them. Still, she continued to be on the lookout for them. Right now, Lucia was sitting outside by the home, eying the scenery. So far, so good. She didn’t see anything suspicious but wasn’t allowing her guard to drop. She glanced at the satchel beside her and turned to face Leon. Her staff laid beside her as well.

[color=66CDAA]”Are you hungry? I grabbed some fruits and can prepare a meal for you if you’re hungry. I know this world is strange and unusual for you. Let me know.”[/color] She smiled at him sweetly and leaned back with a sigh. [color=66CDAA]”This port is so peaceful. I love coming here. I used to come here with my parents, for trading and bartering. Something I’m unusually good at. Weird, isn't it?”[/color] She giggled and smoothed her pants down as she twirled an arrow in her hands. [color=66CDAA]”Once the night has come, we can continue practicing your magic if you’d like or training, or just relax. Either way, I’m good with it. Your needs are my concern, so let me hear it.”[/color] She grinned at him as she tilted her head back to look at him, a goofy grin on her face and in her eyes. Her arms were behind her to hold her balance. She’d proved to be an oddball of the Elven community, that was a given. Lucy waited for a response and hoped she’d make him laugh with her antics.[/color]