lokuri

((OOC: Sorry guys; my internet had crashed and I just got it up yesterday. The reason why I did not post was because, after I got it up, I had to help prepare for dinner (I offered to wash all the dishes in exchange for not cooking (:< ) and my friend and I got carried away with planning out a story about a male gothic fairy... xD *cough* Anyways...))

Niola smiled once again before turning back to the path that lead her to Azzeriah. As she started to stroll down the corridor, her ears caught the sound of Azzeriah moving her hand swiftly, yet cautiously within her cape, as though hiding something. A chill ran down her back for a second, but Niola decided that it must of been her imagination; Azzeriah probably just moved her arm to fix something or other. The fact that there were dead bodies all around them was unsettling, so it wasn't unusual for Niola to be a little jumpy herself. Inhaling deeply, Niola quickly released her breathe and stared with determined eyes at the looming hallway.

"Right, for now, just focus on getting Azzeriah back to the rest of the group," Niola told herself, knowing she had to keep up the demeanor of a leader for Azzeriah's sake. "Once there, I can relax for a bit."

With those lingering thoughts in her mind, Niola tried her hardest to get Azzeriah safely to the room that Cyr and Nel reside in. Unfortunately, it wasn't easy; despite Azzeriah's graceful appearance, the way she walked was graceless. It did not take Niola long to realize the reason why her eyes seemed so both mysteriously enchanting and distant at the same time; Azzeriah was partially blind. Her eyes did not hold the intense hue most blind people held, yet they weren't exactly settle in color either. Hoping to not cause her more injuries, Niola decided to walk, instead of glide lazily on a pillow of wind to their destination. However, this still did not prevent her from getting more and more injuries. By the time Niola and Azzeriah neared the room, Azzeriah had even more bruises than before. Niola had wanted to help her by tugging one of her arms in the right direction, but Niola had been afraid that she would get yelled at for treating Azzeriah like a crippled.

"Well, we made it, never-the-less," Niola thought, trying to stay relatively positive. Pushing aside the door so that a wider gap was created, Niola waited for Azzeriah to enter before gazing at her two members. Noticing they were both asleep, Niola decided to introduce them in a rather loud, yet steady voice, hoping to wake up at least one of them.

"The boy on the bed is Cyr, our leader, and the one on the mattress is Nel."

((OOC: Ugh, I just got struck with hunger. It...hurts... ))

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