Post by Tinúviel Evernight on May 25, 2006 12:55:12 GMT -5
Vi walked through the ruins of Osgiliath, sword at her side and knives easy to reach. Not that she expected to need them, but one could never be too cautious. Vi herself was never caught unarmed; she slept with a knife under her pillow. She'd sleep with it in her hand, except she tried that once, and had successfully managed to cut herself up.
Wind howled through the ruins and she jumped, a hand quickly going to the hilt of her sword. Seeing the source of the noise, she calmed. It was only the wind. How many times the wind tricked someone into fear! No, Vi was, as far as she could tell, entirely alone here. That wasn't a complaint. As a general rule, Vi was a loner. A sound came from behind her and she spun, hands reaching for concealed blades, eyes searching frantically. The noise wasn't the wind this time. It may be a rodent, rabbit, or animal. But then again, it may not be....
Wind howled through the ruins and she jumped, a hand quickly going to the hilt of her sword. Seeing the source of the noise, she calmed. It was only the wind. How many times the wind tricked someone into fear! No, Vi was, as far as she could tell, entirely alone here. That wasn't a complaint. As a general rule, Vi was a loner. A sound came from behind her and she spun, hands reaching for concealed blades, eyes searching frantically. The noise wasn't the wind this time. It may be a rodent, rabbit, or animal. But then again, it may not be....
