Mephisto
dusk court warrior
dusk court warrior
S
he walks through the barracks with Marisol, saying nothing even as curiosity nags at her. Though she had always been a warrior of sorts (more accurately, she had always been a sentry or spy), she had never been in a place as organized as this. Weapons both crude and elaborate were strewn about, with pieces of armor and the occasional roll of gauze left out from a first aid kit. There is a part of her that itches to reach out and see how the spear would feel in her grasp or the breastplate on her chest… for Mephisto had never used such equipment before, relying only on her warg abilities for prowess on the battlefield. But tonight was not the night for indulgence.Instead, she nods as Marisol shows her to the bunks, ducking into the wooden doorway and surveying the space with a murmured Goodnight as the commander leaves her in silence. Stepping between beds, she makes her way to a corner, fluffing the bed some and turning in one circle or two before settling down onto a bed much softer than she was accustomed to, eyes blinking close as candlelight flickers across the room, eager to see what the next day would be as she drifted into sleep.
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