"Walkin's no problem." Alana's answer was quick, and excitement shone through the quiet words. Walking was certainly no problem when chocobos were involved. "Uh... I mean, if that's not gonna put y'out or nothin'. I don't really want y'gettin' tired 'cause of me." Despite her words, Alana glanced around, straining her ears. She could hear the river and the sound of Gridanian commerce. She could hear cartwheels turning, people talking and hawking their wares. She could hear birds chirping somewhere nearby. She couldn't hear chocobos. "Er... It's kinda far away?"
Alana didn't wait for an answer. She wandered over to a nearby tree. and stood on the tips of her toes, reaching up and grabbing at a low hanging branch. The tree was dying, and the wood beneath its grey and black bark was hard and brittle. It took a few tries, but Alana eventually managed to break it off by bouncing herself from it. The girl and the branch both tumbled to the ground, but Alana quickly hopped up, looking as if she was doing nothing out of the ordinary. The branch was almost as tall as she was, but the wood was light. A few brownish leaves hung on to twigs, though that didn't seem to bother her as she took the makeshift lance in her right hand and rested the broken end on the ground.
"Um... I'm not too good, but don't worry about vilekin. M'dad was part of the Lancers' Guild for a bit, so... Uh... I mean, I can keep y'safe," Alana said as she scuffed at the dirt with the toes of one of her boots, watching the little clouds of dust. "Probably won't need it, but, well... Y'know, better t'be safe than sorry."
Alana didn't wait for an answer. She wandered over to a nearby tree. and stood on the tips of her toes, reaching up and grabbing at a low hanging branch. The tree was dying, and the wood beneath its grey and black bark was hard and brittle. It took a few tries, but Alana eventually managed to break it off by bouncing herself from it. The girl and the branch both tumbled to the ground, but Alana quickly hopped up, looking as if she was doing nothing out of the ordinary. The branch was almost as tall as she was, but the wood was light. A few brownish leaves hung on to twigs, though that didn't seem to bother her as she took the makeshift lance in her right hand and rested the broken end on the ground.
"Um... I'm not too good, but don't worry about vilekin. M'dad was part of the Lancers' Guild for a bit, so... Uh... I mean, I can keep y'safe," Alana said as she scuffed at the dirt with the toes of one of her boots, watching the little clouds of dust. "Probably won't need it, but, well... Y'know, better t'be safe than sorry."
RP Profile | Characters: Alana Black (Balmung)
