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[@Crimson Paladin][@VahkiDane][@Conscripts][@The Otter]
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[b]~Fort Daelantine~[/b]

As the cool night air riffled through her hair and gave a brief moment of [i][b][color=f9ad81]re[/color][color=fdc68a]sp[/color][color=fff79a]ite[/color][/b][/i] from the assault on her senses that came from within the fort, Amy soon began to notice a new feeling creep into the back of her mind. It couldn't hope to dull the sense of terror that had taken hold over the area and which she keenly felt, but it was an emotion that nevertheless offered her wary mind a place to rest, a thought she could muse over when she needed something to hang onto.

[b][i][color=c4df9b]Cam[/color][color=a2d39c]ara[/color][color=82ca9d]der[/color][color=7bcdc8]ie.[/color][/i][/b]

Being her first assignment, Amy had already accepted the fact that she was more than likely going to either be ignored or heckled about her appearances. It was always how it went whenever she left the confines of the monastery where she was raised, and even though the Roses were members of the holy church, years and years of bad experiences had ingrained into her mind the sort of hostility and disregard that the vast majority of people showed her. She had reasons to hope it would be different before she signed up, but there was a deeply wounded part of her psyche that kept nagging at her, whispering into her ears the kind of corrupting thoughts that [i][b][color=7ea7d8]fe[/color][color=8493ca]st[/color][color=a187be]er[/color][/b][/i] into unnatural fear when left unchecked.

But unchecked they were not, crushed underboot as a mere seedling and erased from existence, the barrage of reassuring words, looks and even mere presence of her fellow knights, shone like a beacon of light through the foggy haze of doubt and fear that clouded the her mind. A shiver ran down her back, and her fingers anxiously fiddled for a moment with the hem of her cloak. These people didn't care who she was, in the best of ways. Even with the sickening feeling in her stomach from the bloodshed that had taken place inside the fort, she felt the warm and reassuring emotions of her fellow knights as they urged her to stay close to them for protection. She could feel the hesitation in some, and the curiosity in others, but almost everyone seemed to accept her as a fellow member. Not a week since she joined their ranks, and Amy already knew: she made the right choice by joining the Roses. Now all she needed to do was to prove to them that their trust was not misplaced in her.

Finally she'd let out a small sigh, her pale fingers slowly removing her hood, as she let her snow white hair out of it's confines and it glimmered faintly in the light of Mayon. She was nervous, she was afraid and she felt weak at the knees when she felt the tremendous presence from inside the fort that she could never explain to the others. But she felt the anxiety of her comrades as well, and the desire to eradicate such emotions from her fellow knights gave her the [b][i][color=#FF4C7C]str[/color][color=#FF5DB2]eng[/color][color=#FF70EE]th[/color][/i][/b] she needed to finally to approach the fort. She was ready now, the warm and comforting feeling from earlier starting to gain more and more space inside her mind, the nausea induced by the bloodshed losing it's sway over her with every passing second. 

She'd give a reassuring nod to Steffen, however shy, to let him know that she was feeling better now, though words didn't leave her mind until Cecil and Fleuri reassured her that they would be watching out for her. The softest of smiles crossed her lips as she gave a more eager nod towards the rest of her team, hastening her steps as she caught up with the rest of the knights with few ops and skips. [color=f49ac2]"Right!"[/color] She beamed a confident look at Fleuri as she stuck close to him and Fionn, every passing second returning the strength of will that had been sapped away by years of cold shoulders and the dreadful entrance to the fort. [color=f49ac2]"Thank you for the kind words, everyone, I'll do my best to aid you with Mayon's guiding hands."[/color] Amy spoke softly as she looked at the knights nearest to her, a quick smile flashing across her face. Her right hand reaching down her side, she'd grab her flute from her bag to prepare her catalyst in case they'd need her powers in a hurry, and she clutched the ivory instrument close to her chest. She'd glance over at Sergio to her side one last time, giving a nod to the knight who first offered her assistance after she fell from the reins of her horse. [color=f49ac2]"I'll be fine, just a little stumble. And no need to call me signore. Amy's easier."[/color] With a wink and a nudge, Amy was really beginning to feel like herself as the party ventured into the fort, the uneasy feeling from before slowly fading into the back of her mind, as a renewed sense of [i][b][color=a2d39c]pur[/color][color=a2d39c]po[/color][color=82ca9d]se[/color][/b][/i] took over.