Thread: Tales of Fantasia ~~ Ironic and Isenhart  (Discontinued)

RE Tales of Fantasia Ironic and Isenhart Standing there, her eyes danced from Isenhart to Allister, her head moving from person to person as they each talked, her head swimming only trying to comprehend what was going on. Taking her index finger and thumb, she pressed the two against the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes, thinking of a way to understand what will most likely happen in the long run if this situation continues to flatten out. She couldn't help but let out a gentle smile as Isenhart bowed at her, responding by bowing to him and then turning her direction to Allister and bowing in front of him as well. She now knew she could trust the pair, but now it looked like a trio. I do not remember much of what happened... I just remember running and running, trying to get away from a group of men on horses, chanting and screaming of ending my life, and then I finally got captures, and then bam... a blow to the head and I was unconscious. Now I am and talking to you. She looked towards the moon, wondering how long its been since the day of the wedding. So much has happened, and she felt sorry that her people was falling victim of something so horrendous. All I know is that I am exhausted and not feeling too well at all. Her right hand wondered to the back of her head, running over the wound that was starting to bleed again, her head pounding in the same rhythm of her heart. She looked up again to be met with Frederick, an older man who was apart of the trio. Silently she thanked the stars for being on her side, knowing that this was good karma and nature's doing. Rising her chin up as he bowed, she wondered if she should tell the truth of who she is, or if she should keep her identity a secret. What will be for the best? she thought to herself as her green eyes scanned over Frederick's chestnut hair, wondering of the consequences if she did or did not. Swallowing back the frog in her throat, she cleared her throat and bowed down, her silver hair cascading down and shielding her radiant face. My name is Autumn Frostt, a pleasure to meet you. Inside of her petite body grew an uncomfortable feeling, what was it? Guilt? Never before has she had to lie about something, and already she wanted to quickly tell them her real identity, but knew it was for the best just in case something was out for her arrest, which was already being placed but she had no clue of it. Lifting her head back up, she tucked in a silver strand of hair behind her ear and looked around, wondering if there were anymore men to join the trio's side. So, do you gentlemen mind if I tag along with you and help in anyway I can? She offered, tilting her head to the side in wondering. I know I am not of use too much now, but once I recover from my recent injuries I should be just right for combat, even though I do admit I'd rather talk a way out than fighting, but I see this is not an option here... She slowly bowed her head down, taking her foot and kicking a nearby stone out of the way, putting her attention back on the men. Eirika couldn't help but glance up occasionally at Isenhart... Something about him made her brow rise up in question, and she knew he was something special, she could feel it as the air brushed up against him, making its way towards her, getting a big whiff of his scent, making the hairs on the nape of her neck stand erect. She couldn't decipher if this was a good or bad feeling, but some reason or another she wanted to know more about him. Her head danced with questions regarding of her kingdom and if they knew what had happened already, which made her thoughts go back to her parents, wondering if they are even alive or if they are held captive. Her heart yearned to talk to them at least once again, but she knew she had to be strong in order to do so, that is if there was still hope.