Thread: Summoners journey (Malin, and Driven to Drift)

Ilaria caught the glance between the two men, although could not have deciphered the clear communication between the two friends. She did not dwell on the uncertainty, though, as the faintly confused crease of her brow smoothed over. When Braska's words were directed towards her, any manner of hesitation evaporated. The prayer greeting was not returned - instead, she offered a simple bow at the waist. The greeting did nothing but bring up unpleasant memories of her childhood. And while she did not particularly have faith in Yevon, she did have faith in summoners. Before she could speak her own formal introduction, she was abruptly silenced by the simple step forward of the ever-menacing guardian at Braska's side. Her blue eyes flickered to him, calm and appraising. Intimidating was certainly a word that could not be used lightly to describe him, that was very certain. The long, red jacket did nothing to diminish his height and physical strength, not to mention the sheer size of the katana he carried was enough to make most men run to the hills for cover. He was, undoubtedly, able to see to his duties with deadly precision...someone lacking the sense of sight would be able to decipher that from his aura, alone. Her head tilted just slightly to the side, gaze leveled on his sunglasses as she assessed her own situation, instead. Perhaps she had let her postural habits get the better of her without considering their perspective. Realizing one of her mistakes, her smile was twinged with a hint of an apology as she slowly brought her hands forward, palms to the sky in a shrug. Approaching a summoner who was not exactly on the best of terms with most of the populace with her hands behind her back was perhaps not her brightest move. She shifted her gaze back towards Braska as she spoke. No, no no forgiveness necessary. It is Sir Auron's job to protect you, Lord Braska, and he is simply doing a fine job of it! she offered a wink in the guardian's direction before focusing on Braska once more. Intimidating though he was, the minstrel was not the type of person to let the sheer force of someone's presence dissuade her from whatever it was she was after. It had its benefits...and also it's negatives. She had been known to pick a fight or two that was a tad out of her league... At any rate, she brushed the topic away with a wave of her hand before rolling her shoulders back, flashing a dazzling smile and bending at the waist to give a low, sweeping bow. I am the minstrel Ilaria, Lord Braska, and Sir Auron would be correct in his assumption that it isn't only friendly greetings that brings me to you today! She righted herself and very properly clicked her heels together and rolled her shoulders back. Minstrels were not fools, although much of the talk regarding them seemed to make it seem so. Certainly they could be a bit ostentatious, but that did not make them weak or incapable of judging people, situations and when and where to reign it in. Occupation and lifestyle did not dictate intelligence, and while she had introduced herself perhaps a bit childishly, the request she was about to make required that they believe her capable of more than that. And so was the reason she squared her shoulders, lifted her chin, let her smile fall and made perfectly certain to not lose eye contact determination could be a powerful presentation all in itself. Lord Braska, I wish to lend my services to you as a guardian. She let the sentence hang in the air a moment before continuing. I can assure you my daggers are not just for show and I can be a useful ally to you and Sir Auron, both...if you would have me.