Forest Dweller
You walk to the training area. You see Ayla practicing with a sword when you arrive. The fireflies gather around her as if drawn to her, but avoid the swinging of her blade. You're surprised, she is stronger than she looks. Her accuracy of the blade is rivaled only by her beauty.
You look around the training area. It is a small, living, growing platform. The elders chanted to the woods to cause the vines and roots to grow in a spectacular fashion, woven together in such a way that it made a smooth, very large platform with vines that stretched upwards as if yawning from a century's worth of sleep.
Ayla notices you and puts down her blade, smiling. Her eyes sparkle with their usual radiance, and you wonder how she showed that steadfast determination when she swung her blade. Elk is meditating in the corner. Although still young, he can definately hold his own in a fight. Ayla runs over.
"Adam! I'm so glad you're here! Mind helping me with my training?" She looks so cute, it takes a small portion of your will to not embrace her right then and there.
"Not so fast." Elk walks over, a kid around the age of 11 with an attitude and an expert throwing arm. His hair is a strange red, his eyes are green and he stands around the height of 4'7. "I'm training you, she is to be your second opponent. Unless, of course, you'd like to skip the first round and face her straight-on, but I don't think you're ready."
You look around the training area. It is a small, living, growing platform. The elders chanted to the woods to cause the vines and roots to grow in a spectacular fashion, woven together in such a way that it made a smooth, very large platform with vines that stretched upwards as if yawning from a century's worth of sleep.
Ayla notices you and puts down her blade, smiling. Her eyes sparkle with their usual radiance, and you wonder how she showed that steadfast determination when she swung her blade. Elk is meditating in the corner. Although still young, he can definately hold his own in a fight. Ayla runs over.
"Adam! I'm so glad you're here! Mind helping me with my training?" She looks so cute, it takes a small portion of your will to not embrace her right then and there.
"Not so fast." Elk walks over, a kid around the age of 11 with an attitude and an expert throwing arm. His hair is a strange red, his eyes are green and he stands around the height of 4'7. "I'm training you, she is to be your second opponent. Unless, of course, you'd like to skip the first round and face her straight-on, but I don't think you're ready."