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[Sweep]

(Sweep as always wakes up and whispers to himself, "Well at least I'm not dead". A phrase he has used since before he can remember. It may have been something self taught but, Sweep always has the same inkling each morning that his saying isn't his. He believes it to be a remnant of his parents sadly no one who would know is alive to tell the tale. Sweep then as always puts on his simple clothing after cleaning himself properly in leopard form. Undergarments first, then pants, shoes, shirt and lastly cloak. Sweep is very much a creature of habit. Into the woods at the same time each and every day only to return each day at the same time. Sweep hesitates as is usual before finally finding the courage to walk out the door into the crowds of people and the light. Sweep hates the light more than anything else.The day was growing old as it always is when Sweep decides to make his break for the castle gates. However, the corridors are well lit and Sweep's eyes never quite get to adjust. This is because Sweep always keeps his abode as dark as possible.) (He never quite knows what to expect when walking through the Bazaar which is why he hates it as much as he does. There is never any consistency, be it the people that appear or even the shops that exist, they change what feels like every day. Some days are uneventful, other days Sweep ends up having to have an all so dreaded conversation with one of the knights. Today from Sweep's prospects seemed to be of the later variety. While walking the least populated route to the nearest exist of Stormhold he ran into this girl who appeared to be rather shiny with a shield and mace. All fairly normal attire but the motif on the shield was still too far away to see clearly.) Sweep had a sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with light. (When Sweep got close enough to see the insignia was a sun he almost wanted to wretch.) Sweep also found it rather strange for anyone to be walking around with the insignia of the sun. Especially in Stormhold Castle, though he couldn't really judge as he hadn't experienced all that much of Syliras. They are at their core a rather accepting people. "Hello knight. How are you on this fine day?" Sweep asks with a small motion towards the imposing woman in front of him.

[Joanna Familiaris]

For as grand and spectacular as Syliras was with it's stone walls and busy markets, it lacked a certain kind subtlety. The noise and chaos of the bazaar was a testament to the success of the city's economy, sure, but the noise... the deafening noise. Joanna knew she would never get used to it. Even from the safety of her apartment, the warrior could hear the streets outside as they filled with mid-day shoppers and sellers. It was enough to make a person go crazy. She needed a reprieve, an escape from this madness. So it was to that end that Joanna started making regular trips to the forest to help clear her head.

She had grown fond of a spot overlooking the sea, just within a short walking distance of the city. Maybe it had something to do about how the sun passed through the canopy in the morning, or the sound of the waves crashing against the small cliffs. Either way, it felt serene. And it gave her a chance to relax in her Kelvic form, too. Being a human took a lot of work. She wondered how they managed to do it for so many years.

Today, Joanna had decided to make another trip to her spot. She couldn't bear to walk through the Bazaar, so instead she opted to take a smaller, quieter path up to the gates. And it was here that she was greeted by a stranger.

"Hello knight. How are you on this fine day?"

She blinked, confused at first, but then turned to meet the man face-to-face. Almost immediately she started to stare him down, a habit she had formed at a young age. To another equine, it meant that they were giving you their full attention. But for some reason, alot of people seemed to take this as an act of aggression. Regardless, Joanna returned the statement.

"I'm doing well today, thank you. But there's no need to be so formal. I am not a knight." She clarified, smiling faintly. It was always a bit humorous when she was mistaken for a guard. But, still, it did make her feel a bit motherly.

"I'm afraid I can't talk for long. I'm heading into the forest today." she said, plainly.