Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160218224245/@comment-24685738-20160219013159

Meanwhile, throughout the three months, as everyone was probably making babies every minute of the day...

Diana had flourished without her husband around. Which was a bit odd, given how Levi was really never around. The young woman had opened up, due mostly to Crimson's influence. He was a... really good friend to her, especially now that she thought that her husband had murdered Faldras.

Of course, she didn't tell anyone of her suspicions. That would only make her even more of an outsider, wouldn't it? Plus, she didn't really like talking to Talin and Nissa anymore, especially when they were around each other. And Divines above, it seemed to Diana that they were always together.

Diana had cast off all attempts to be some holy warrior, like Talin, or Crimson, or Nissa, or Hawke. The group surely had enough of those. She took more to the role of being a mother of sorts to the group, providing a listening ear and open arms to anyone who needed to talk to her.

Who needed a virtuous paladin when you could have a radiant goddess?

Currently she was sitting beside Crimson, listening and laughing at his singing. He was a good singer. She sat in bare feet, her legs tucked underneath her and to the side. Her blonde hair was braided back, but still down.

After the attacks from the Hunter, who had been strangely absent since their entry deeper into Valenwood, Hawke had become even more jaded. She was constantly on edge, like a wildcat ready to pounce at any moment.

And damn, did she have claws.

She was still keeping her face hidden from everyone in the group, including Scire, leading Adder and Juliette to speculate as to what was truly going on under there.

Adder had grown tall over the three months. He was taller than most everyone in the group, being only about 2 inches shorter than Miri.

The boy had surely grown rather fine-looking. The almost-seventeen year-old boy had the look of a prince, with his chiseled jaw and his touseled black hair. He was a bit thinner than most of the brawny males in their group, but he was no slouch in the athletics department.

He spoke mostly with Juliette, these days, but he did make time for the others and for himself. About once a week, the sweet sounds of his flute drifted through the group...

Juliette had grown frustrated.

She was frustrated with herself, with Adder, and with all of those around her. They were all so lazy! How did they expect to survive Jagar if they couldn't even go and rescue a mage from some Bosmer hut?

The Imperial girl had gone out of her way to try to make connections with the group, growing rather fond of Hawke and Scire. But, of course, she was always thinking of Adder.

Sadly for her, however, Adder's love was for someone else...