Nyir had never been a light sleeper. Even less so since the attacks on her home. She'd tried unsuccessfully to sleep earlier in the night, but stress tugged at the corners of her restless mind and pulled her out of unconscious oblivion. She'd dragged herself outside the tent to keep watch. Her eyes narrowed into the darkness, her lips tight.
Soft sobs wafted from the tent and to her ears. Her brows furrowed. She peeked inside, sighing when she caught sight of her young ward, tears flowing down her face. "Princess?" she whispered.
( I have an idea, so the assassin could be a secret allie and help them without them knowing. They would only know her by her fearsome name ShadowWolf.?)
Lucian was sat in the medic tent on the floor, papers layed out in front of him, lit by faint candlelight. He never really slept that often. There was too much work to be done. One moment he had been working in the castle infirmary, and the next he was out in the wilderness, working in a tent. He scribbled writing onto a paper, but tossed it aside when he messed up a letter. Everything had to be completely perfect.
(May I be a medic?)
(Of course. I’ll in the post for you right away.)
( I have an idea, so the assassin could be a secret allie and help them without them knowing. They would only know her by her fearsome name ShadowWolf.?)
(Well, if she’s helping them, I’m not sure the bodyguard would be able to ignore her presence.)
( No I mean like say if someone was following them and the body guards didn't notice. She would sneak up and kill the person for them and they wouldn't even know.
Another example say there was a battle. She appears to help them finally and they would only know her as the ShadowWolf from the rumors.
Do you get what I am trying to say?)
Azalea froze as a soft voice filled her ears. Nyir. Of course. Azalea wasn’t alone. She had Nyir with her. Nyir had lost just as much as she had. Why was she crying, when Nyir was just as much as troubled as she was?
“I’m fine,” Azalea said quickly, wiping her tears away. “Did I disturb you, Nyir? Are you comfortable in your tent? You know I don’t mind having you in here.”
( No I mean like say if someone was following them and the body guards didn't notice. She would sneak up and kill the person for them and they wouldn't even know.
Another example say there was a battle. She appears to help them finally and they would only know her as the ShadowWolf from the rumors.
Do you get what I am trying to say?)
(Yes, I understand. But what I’m trying to say is that since Nyir is appointed as Azalea’s bodyguard, she wouldn’t be the type to let even the slightest of dangers slip by, so someone follow them wouldn’t end up nicely. I don’t disagree with your idea, but I guess what you could do is have the assassin follow the group quietly, curious, and then showing herself, as you said, in a battle when they’re outmatched.)
( Ok then I can do this in the mornig then, i gtg for the night.)
Name: Allienora Thronton
Age: Twenty-two
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Status: Medic/healer
Talent: Allie is best with healing injuries and performing surgeries. However, while she is talented with making remedies for illnesses, she seems to catch them easily.
Appearance: Allienora has taken black hair and beautiful blue eyes. Though despite spending time outside to help those injured on the battle field, she is actually quite pale and burns easily. She has full lips and good cheekbones, but she almost always has dark circles under her eyes
Personality: Allienora is kind and to the point while helping a patient. She's open and speaks to them about their problems, internally and externally. But when she's not with a patient, she really nervous around everyone. She stutters and blushed and can barely speak two sentences.
Trivial Information: She gets sick very easily. That's why, whenever dealing with a sick patient, she wears as many things as she can to make sure she doesn't catch the illness.
Nyir shook her head, crawling fully into the tent and sitting cross-legged across from her. Her shoulders lifted in a half shrug. "I wasn't sleeping. I need to keep watch." She smiled a wane, half-hearted grin. "You can cry, you know. I don't mind."
(Would you like me to join as a male as well because there's only one other male?)
(Would you like me to join as a male as well because there's only one other male?)
(That’s entirely up to you!)
Allienora sat in the medic tent across from her fellow medic. She said nothing to him. She rarely ever spoke to anyone unless she was with a patient. It was easier to talk then. But for the life of her she couldn't talk when she wasn't with one, not even one on one. It was pathetic. She knew it was.
Azalea sniffled and wiped her nose with a cloth, before crumpling it in her hands.
“No, I’m fine,” Azalea insisted, even as her vision blurred and tears escaped her eyes. She quickly wiped them away, scolding herself for being weak. “I will be, in a while. Don’t worry about me, Nyir. You’re tired yourself.”
(Would you like me to join as a male as well because there's only one other male?)
(That’s entirely up to you!)
(Oh, wait, I read that completely wrong. One person can only submit one character, sorry!)
"Tired? I'm too pissed off to be tired." She closed her eyes, cupping her face in her hands. "I need to think, and I need to keep you safe. Sleeping's the lowest on my priority list."
“You can’t protect me if you’re tired,” Azalea reasoned. “It will be all right, Nyir.”
Azalea didn’t want to be a burden to Nyir, which she already found herself to be for the young bodyguard.
“Please, Nyir. You’ll tire. You’ll get sick. I can’t lose you, not like I lost everyone.”
"Princess," Nyir began, her eyes reopening, "If I try to sleep now I'll go crazy. You have ways to cope with this, and so do I. I'll sort myself out in time."
