[ One day, someone would convince Carolina to trade in her aqua blue armor for something more 'befitting' for a member of the Redsworn. But thus far, Carolina had been exceptionally stubborn on the matter and the colour remained. Albeit hidden beneath a grey cloak she'd been granted by their benefactors.
Proving herself a Redsworn had been...interesting. Amane's insistance that she learn how to at least call on fire had left with many things to think about, and though it had taken some concentration, that much had been managed. Now she walked the market with the gait of someone used to combat, ignoring the fact she was easily several hands shorter than the native elves (who eyed her hair and eyes and lack of pointed ears as she passed).
Kaneis was easy to spot, though Carolina did not immediately move to intercept - instead, she followed the outer path of the market to the far left side of the town, where she'd caught sight of an open forge, and now stood paused, watching one of the blacksmiths work his wares. ]
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Proving herself a Redsworn had been...interesting. Amane's insistance that she learn how to at least call on fire had left with many things to think about, and though it had taken some concentration, that much had been managed. Now she walked the market with the gait of someone used to combat, ignoring the fact she was easily several hands shorter than the native elves (who eyed her hair and eyes and lack of pointed ears as she passed).
Kaneis was easy to spot, though Carolina did not immediately move to intercept - instead, she followed the outer path of the market to the far left side of the town, where she'd caught sight of an open forge, and now stood paused, watching one of the blacksmiths work his wares. ]