[87th day of spring.507.a.v.]
[Cobalt Mountains]
[Bronze Woods]
[Early Morning]
The spring of Syliras were a brilliant thing to experience. Especially for the young girl, Amelia, who loved the city, but found it too crowded and dark. She wanted freedom, she wanted fresh air that Tavasi brought to the lands and she wanted the music nature gave. So it was no surprise that the pale girl in her floral dress of an orange-red color would leave the citadel to wonder around the bronze woods. She wasn’t ignorant of the dangers the woods had, she still remembered the time her savior, knight Xander, came to the rescue. She remembered wolfs and the mountain lion, she was not dumb. But she was hopeful, she believed that the knights would rescue her from any trouble, any difficulty and any danger.
Why was she so sure? Because that’s what knights did, that’s what squires did. They protected the good people and Amelia was soon to become one of them, she had finally gathered all of her courage. She was sure to come up to Xander one of these days, once fall starts, and take him on the promise to bring her to the Order, for her to become a squire. She wasn’t even sure would her knight in shinning armor remember her, but she remembered him too well. Every time she would see him from a distance, she would smile brightly and even have a light blush cover her pale skin. Even now, thinking of him was making her smile as if she had gotten a bag full of chocolate candy fall from the sky.
”I’ll be a knight!” she sang out to the woods, scaring off a few rodents as she jumped around, leaving the main paths and wondering around aimlessly ”that time is so near! I’ll be a Knight! I’ll protect the innocent of these lands, I’ll give second chances to the confused and lost” her rhyming was never good, but she sand her hearth out with a bright smile. She sang her dreams and sang her thoughts. ”First I’ll join the order, then I’ll train so hard! I’ll be the best there ever was and make my parents proud!” her voice was cheerful, but she had trouble holding it in order, sometimes she regretted not paying full attention to her mother when she thought her all the ways to hold a tone.
She continued her way, making sure to be in the area she was familiar with. To find her way back with no problem. She continued singing those little meaningless things, occasionally she switched to humming, but humming to the sound of the wind through the leaves not the song. Whenever she have something on her mind, she would sing it out.
Was she attracting attention? That was her goal. She wanted to meet a squire or knight that was patrolling and would bother talking with her, or if she got lucky, see Ama.