by Aello on January 23rd, 2011, 8:28 pm
Aello glanced back and forth through the darkness. For the longest time, she couldn't make anything out. But after awhile, she thought she could just make out the outline of the man she must be speaking to. Judging from his darkened outline, the man was taller and broader than she. Aello slowly got to her feet, and turned to face what she assumed was the person she had been addressing before. The wind had picked up again, and was whipping her hair wildly about her face. The moon was illuminating her pale complexion, casting shadows on several sections of her face, while bathing others in its light. She must have appeared as though she were about to whisper ghost stories to small, easily-frightened children by the firelight.
"Yes, I'm alright," Aello called, to the mysterious figure. "Just enjoying the starry night," she said, as her words were carried to the man's ears by the whistling wind. Aello held onto her bow more tightly, as her arrows blew around in their quiver, some of the peacock-feathers brushing up against her skin, tickling her cheek as she stared into the night. "And I suppose you could say I am a friend... unless you give me reason to be your foe," she said, her voice wavering again. Her heart was pounding, as her anxiety level continued to climb. What a strange way to introduce oneself... to be nice, and then to almost retract their kindness, and question whether the person one was meeting could be trusted. It made Aello wondered if she could even trust the person she had been talking to all this time.
Aello took a few deep breaths, in through the nose, and out through the mouth to help calm her trembling body. A body that was trembling partially because of the cold, partially because this strange man was making her nervous. Aello concentrated on the spot where the man was standing, she took in one last deep inhalation, and then let it out before she tuned into the man's aura. A mustard-colored mist surrounded the man, and was flying out about him in all sorts of directions. Maybe it was the wind? Aello thought, as she quickly waved the aura away with her free hand, and turned away, exposing the left side of her face. An intense wave of exhaustion had just swept over her. She hated that part of magic. Reading auras, although helpful in the sense that it could help a person figure out what they were dealing with, it always left the reader tired, and sometimes, even paranoid if they didn't stop using the magic long enough where their bodies could rest.
Aello sighed, as she turned back towards the man. A mustard-colored aura meant that he was angry, ill at ease, or in pain. Aello doubted the man was angry, after all, she hadn't really done anything. It was possible however, that he was in physical pain, and that he was nervous, after all, so was she, and his greeting was slightly out of the ordinary. But how did she make him so nervous? Aello wondered, she was tiny after all, and in her opinion, not too intimidating. But then again, she was clutching her bow rather tightly in her right hand. It was clearly displayed. Was it her bow? Aello wondered, casting a quick glance back down at it before she fixed her gaze on the man again. "I'm Aello, and who might you be?" she asked.