"So yeah, could you just go ahead and tell me you're the only Frelijordian Archer? So I can say that 100% of the archers up north are pretty ladies?"
“Well i most certainly am the best, but by far the only one. Say youre new around here arent you?”
“Yeah huh. ‘less you got other handsome, roughish redheads then full disclosure - they aren’t me.” A wave of his hand, then placing them both on his belt, “So ah… Names right? I’m Vigil. If you got one, lemme know so I don’t just call you Snow Angel.”
“Ashe of Avarosa actually. Just skip the formalities please Ashe is just fine, not that you started with them in the first place.” The hint of snark left a cocky grin on her face.
Ah - that Ashe. That Averosan. The literal royalty of the north he just called Snow Angel. Why did he find that so funny? Vigil cast it off for a moment, something to laugh over later before he merely gave a nod, then followed by a dramatic bow, “Oh, but my lady, your snowfelled grace of the beautious Frelijord! Where are my manners?”
Enough playfulness to match her own, the red head gazing up towards her gleaming blue eyes, “Perhaps you’d enjoy me being cordial. Most do.”
She snickered a slight. “Charming indeed. I het you kill all the ladies where youre from, Vigil was it?” She taps the tip of his nose gently with a playful smile. “That being said, i have the answer to my question. Welcome to the Freljord .”
Leave the sarcastic retorts to him, the homely welcome to her? A shrug, well it was nice, those southern Frelijordian lands. Like an eternal fall just meeting the winter’s nip.
Enough being poetic, staring off in the distance. The fiery archer cracked his knuckles before setting hands on his belt. “It’s ah… Well something else. Kinda like something the rest of the world really hasn’t touched. But hey, If it’s less political warring states, I’m all for it.” A huff a eyes set on her again, the snow touched woman, “So uh… There a grand tour I can attend?”
“What better tour than the one headed by the leading lady, no?” She asked with a some grandure to make it seem more of a big deal than it actually was.











