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11 yrs ago
Current Sorry for my absence. I'm back now but I go under a new name, Ambra. If you wanna RP with me again just search me up!
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Doge~
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I'm back~
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Yay!

That kinda sucks... but think of it as a break.
It's just you and me... >3
I wish I could draw like that...
No he didn't Vance. X3

And should we wait for Philly before we skip?
Ambra calmly continued to sit on the horse, her eyes looking up at the sky. It was so blue. She just loved nature, how the clouds rolled across the cerulean sky and how the trees danced in the wind. Even though it was a dry breeze, they still swayed and rocked back and forth. The leaves that were simply husks, dry, dead. It was sad, but maybe if rain fell to the parched earth, they would be alive again. She imagined the thirsty land drinking the water, the leaves becoming green again. But she knew that the rain would to constantly fall to earth, enough to keep the soil wet. But she knew that Plegia’s brutal deserts would not do such a thing. They were as brutal as the ruffians that constantly invaded Ylisse. No remorse, no mercy.
”Hmm?” Ambra said, a bit tired as she looked over her shoulder. ”Yes, I’m an archer. When I began to train the art of fighting, my master Scipio handed me this bow and quiver. He said that an archer was just as important as any lord, warrior, or mage.” she smiled softly. ”I fell in love with archery soon after. I could hit a bird’s nest at the top most branch of a large tree.”
Ambra glanced over Silas then, her eyes flitting over to his bow. ”You’re an archer too!” she piped, a smile on her face as she looked at his face. ”I never had an archer buddy. Not since…” she drifted off. She never did find out what happened to Scipio. She assumed he was dead… she hadn’t heard from him in a very long time. Why couldn’t she had stayed to defend him? She rubbed her back, wincing in pain. ”I hope this pain goes away soon.”
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"H-hey!" Talbot flailed a bit as he was tied to Zaino. He pulled his face as far away from the creep as possible, growling under his breath. Stupid knight... he was pretty sure if this demon would wake up, his face would be torn off. Silas was probably chuckling, and he flushed at that. The thought of being laughed at made him edgy and uncomfortable. His brown eyes flicked over the scenery, over the large expanse of sand and rock. A frown crossed his cracked lips. Yes, they would have to move to a town. This place was about to give someone a fucking stroke. And, knowing his luck, it was going to be him. Imagine, a heat stroke passing over a mage!
Suddenly, the woman that was named Helena spoke up. He smirked, pulling off his hat and giving her a flourish. "M'name's Talbot. Pleased to meat... I mean... meet you. The lad that's behind me is Silas. Don't mind him, he's a little slow." great, his hunger was getting in his way again. But the joke made him feel a bit better. He rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh. "Yes, I'm riding. I guess I have no choice. This man's tied to me. I'm like a lamb tied to a sleeping tiger." he joked, coughing a bit. The wind was picking up. This put him on edge, He hoped that there wouldn't be a sandstorm while they were riding.
Talbot glanced back at Helena from staring into the distance. "This... man seems to know you. Your name is... Helena, eh? Where have I heard that name before?" he held on to his hat as the wind howled across the desert. Please, don't let it be a sandstorm... he begged. He would have to go and take all of the sand out from between his fragile tome pages...
"H-hey!" Talbot flailed a bit as he was tied to Zaino. He pulled his face as far away from the creep as possible, growling under his breath. Stupid knight... he was pretty sure if this demon would wake up, his face would be torn off. Silas was probably chuckling, and he flushed at that. The thought of being laughed at made him edgy and uncomfortable. His brown eyes flicked over the scenery, over the large expanse of sand and rock. A frown crossed his cracked lips. Yes, they would have to move to a town. This place was about to give someone a fucking stroke. And, knowing his luck, it was going to be him. Imagine, a heat stroke passing over a mage!
Suddenly, the woman that was named Helena spoke up. He smirked, pulling off his hat and giving her a flourish. "M'name's Talbot. Pleased to meat... I mean... meet you. The lad that's behind me is Silas. Don't mind him, he's a little slow." great, his hunger was getting in his way again. But the joke made him feel a bit better. He rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh. "Yes, I'm riding. I guess I have no choice. This man's tied to me. I'm like a lamb tied to a sleeping tiger." he joked, coughing a bit. The wind was picking up. This put him on edge, He hoped that there wouldn't be a sandstorm while they were riding.
Talbot glanced back at Helena from staring into the distance. "This... man seems to know you. Your name is... Helena, eh? Where have I heard that name before?" he held on to his hat as the wind howled across the desert. Please, don't let it be a sandstorm... he begged. He would have to go and take all of the sand out from between his fragile tome pages...
You can just bump into us. A bunch of Shepherds are going to a mountain top camp in the desert. ^^
I'm waiting for Agni to post before I do.
Vin, you may post. And it's okay, Philli.
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