Those of Nightfall

[Lucy]

The light around the edges of the Uyklid Forest had begun to thin and become softer, the light growing golder as the sun began to sink in the west. A chilly breeze swept from the North, brushing past Anamaria's long silvery-blonde hair. She lifted her slightly pale face, the pink pigment of a slight blush the only true color in her narrow face. Her crimson-violet eyes flashed in the light as she felt the breeze by the side of her black velvet dress, a few silk ribbons criss-crossing the chest. She had chosen not to go with her usual armor, though she had kept her boots, just in case a storm caught her in the middle of the night which she had been waiting for.

The autumn leaves cast multi-colored shadowed lights around her as she turned around, ears perking as she thought she heard a sound.

[Lyra]

~Lyra smiled at the young girl as she stepped toward her. Her brown hair fluttered out in a wave behind her, her gold eyes captivated by the appearance of the girl. She sniffed the air slightly, picking up the scent of her own perfume intermingling with the soft scent of the breeze. She smoothed her skirt and took another step toward the girl. "And you are?" she asked calmly, for she did not reconize the girl. Her pale lips twitched as the girl did not reply. "Who are you?" she sked again.