Thread: This is Avalon (Alpha and LL)

The two sisters couldn't be any more different from each other, but that's what nine years difference in age coupled with diverse parents can do to siblings. Where Valatha was calm, collected, and seemed to have inherited more of their mother's fair looks as opposed to their father's dark complexion, Nayeli looked as if dark ink had been spilled when her parents conceived her. Both sisters had the same pale, platinum hair from their father, but Valatha's skin looked only to be tanned. Valatha's height gave away little as to her father's bloodline as she matched their mother's towering 6' frame. Nayeli, on the other hand, was the usual height of 5'7 for a dark elf and it was unlikely she would grow much more than that. Her skin wasn't obsidian like their father's, yet carried a dusty and dark grey color. The purple of her eyes decidedly marked her as a dark elf, not that they rose often from staring at her feet whereas her blue eyed sister met everything with a raised chin. They had lived alone for years now, Valatha had taken Nayeli away from their parent's bickering at a young age to raise her on her own. The expensive of living was high, but Valatha was a desirable companion for any seeking to explore, hunt, or otherwise leave humanity and risk their skin. Her flirty nature and carefree attitude towards the skimpiness of her Goddess' robes left her popular among the men even without doing anything extra to gain their appeal. Unlike many of her guild mates she lived outside of the guild hall so she could return home and tend to her sister...or rather, so Nayeli could tend to her. The house they lived in wasn't shabby, some tiny one-room house near the border of the settlement. It looked to have been built before even their parents were born, but it kept upright when they slept at night. Val! Nayeli whispered urgently to her sleeping sister. She had woken early and had already made both breakfast and lunch, packed their lunches, double-checked their gear, cleaned the house, washed the dishes, and waited for an extra half hour, It's time! She stayed crouched on the edge of her sister's bed. Valatha's eyes eased open with the grace of a waking cat. Mm...time for what? She knew, of course, but she enjoyed teasing her dear sister. Y-you said you w-were going to i-i-introduce me-- Nayeli begun, but stopped as one of Valath's paler hands rose to touch her cheek. Mm, you're a good sister. What would I do without you? She pulled her sister down to press a kiss to her forehead, Nayeli's face ending up smothered between her bare breasts. Y-You'd be fine, Nayeli whispered as blood rushd to her cheeks and turned them a darker color. You're a-amazing at everything you do. I can barely cast cura properly. You'll grow into your spells, Valatha released Nayeli so she could sit up, Now...do I smell oatmeal? Nayeli wasn't sure what to make of the stares the two of them got on the way to Valatha's guild hall. The fairer sister dressed in perhaps the skimpiest example of priest robes one might have ever seen. The front dipped so low that her naval was showing and the only explanation for why the fabric didn't peel off her body with her movements or hang slack at any point had to be magic. The skirt of her robes had a slit on the front of either thigh that went all the way up...really, the slits kept going up past her waist a few inches. The only reason a stiff wind might not showcase her to the world was because of the build in guard to ward against such a thin. Her sister, by comparison, was clothed in a modest acolyte robe that covered everything all the way from the full skirt that reached her ankles to the lace collar that circled the column of her throat. Valatha had promised to be by her side for most of the day while she introduced Nayeli to the others, but that promise had to be quickly broken as one of their other members approached and whispered to Val. A repentant sigh escaped her and she looked to Nayeli, I'll be back shortly, I have a meeting to get to. Of course she wasn't about to tell her sister the truth. The heels of Valatha's boots echoed through the hallway as she made her approach with her usual smile on her face. Wilhelm, Her hand extended as she reached him and she rested it on his arm. Eris told me. She kept her voice low. An unspoken spell pulsed from her. A novice would be unable to feel it, it might come across as merely a shiver or a moment of unease. It was her way of checking on people to make sure there was no healing required. Have you been able to get any information from him? Why would he try to steal that over everything else we have in there?