Tears fill her eyes and start overflowing, sobs rising unbidden to her lips, shoulders shaking like a leaf in a storm. She buries her face in Y’shtola’s lap, dimly aware of the fact that her tears are soaking through the thin fabric of her breeches and they'll be uncomfortable to wear soon. or: the warrior of light grieves in y'shtola's quiet company.
The Warrior’s posture had completely changed the moment the stranger called out her name. Ears drawn back and fangs bared in a snarl, she was tense, coiled, poised to strike at any given moment. Yet when she reached back for a weapon, the wooden cane that met her touch seemed to throw her off. or: the warrior of light reveals a hidden side to estinien and alphinaud.