Peter
*Click.*
*Click.*
*Click.*
*Along one fo the mountain paths, the clicking of a horse's hooves echoed gently through the frontier. With each step, the rhythmic sound gently broke the silence that hung in the air, a silence not oppressive or awkward, but a serene one that could only exist between those who have spent many years together.*

*On the perfectly and unnaturally white steed a single woman was perched up, her upper body gently swaying as she followed the proper riding techniques so that she wouldn't end up with a sore behind after she finally dismounted.*

"Avianna." 

*Her purple eyes glanced over to the woman that had been accompanying her, on foot. The scarcely clothed and outrageously looking woman was, too her great frustration, her younger sister who had met up with her on accident while they were both travelling the lands.*

"Do you have to be dressed like you are going to work in the first brothel that we will come across." 

*Her sister had been travelling on foot because she was quite outrageously fast and her stamina even exceeded Nova's own stamina, something that was already far above the average.*

"Do you not care about the stain just being seen with you creates on my image?"

*Despite the fact that she was mocking her sister, the corners of her lips were curled up slightly as her voice was calm, yet firm. She wasn't really angry or annoyed, but just wanted to taunt her sister for willingly dressing like some courtesan.*
Joyce
*Clink. Clink. Clink.

The sound of Avianna's metal heels softly impact the ground mixed with the sounds of the horse's trots. The bearer of those heels wore a dark purple dress which hugged tightly to her form, cutting very low from the chest down to her waist. It was outrageous. No one in their right mind would even think of wearing that in public, much less to battle. 

Unfortunately, that reasoning applied to people in their* ***Right*** *Mind...

Avianna looked up towards her sister. Managing to run into her in these parts was a surprise, considering she hadn't seen her in years. It wasn't a bad surprise. In fact, she was quite happy to finally meet up with her again. Avianna was quite upset when she left home after all. She had aged well from the last time they had seen each other. Maturity was a good look on her sister, who had taken up the image of a disciplined soldier and model knight over the years. Had she not known her beforehand, she would've mistaken her for a noble.

She wondered if she had a man yet?*

"Fufufu... You've grown so tart tongued these years apart dearest sister," *She began, smiling at her sister as she gave her opinion about her choice of attire.* "Modesty is a rather overrated concept. It would do you good to show some skin once a while— your prudence shines as brightly as that metal suit you wear."

*She enjoyed dressing up like this. Enjoyed turning heads. Enjoyed the confusion. Enjoyed the occasional weapon finding purchase into her skin, ripping the muscle and organs. Breaking the bones. But she had to admit, the reactions were the best part.*

"Shame? I heard father once used the saying... A lion does not listen to the words of a sheep? I didn't think you were one to be so self-conscious. If anyone asks, you can just tell them I'm your exotic slave, being publicly humiliated as punishment. Ahhh! A walk of shame if you will!"

*Fantasizing about such scenarios brought her dark delight. It was obvious to anyone who was present that this woman had a few screws loose in her head. She hugged herself as her body actually shivered from the excitement of the thought.*

"Oh! But enough about me, what about you sister? Have you made any conquests besides criminals these days?" *Avianna questioned.*

"I hear some unique shops sell undergarments made of metal. Since you enjoy armour so much, perhaps that would be a great fit for you? Men might pay you more attention if you were more... Inviting. Oh, perhaps you enjoy the thrill of leaving it to the imagination? Keep a sense of mystery?"

*Avianna's words were in half-jest and half-inquiring. She knew that her sister wouldn't answer such questions seriously, but Avianna loved making her uncomfortable anyway. She was rather cute when she was broken out of her icy shell.*
Peter
*Just as her sister found that she had grown tart-tongued, her sister's brazenness also seemingly had grown worse over the years. Looking at the girl now she missed the days where Avianna used to come running to her due to the smallest of issues.*

"And you have grown even less cute over the years that we have been separated. I'm baffled you managed to somehow become even less cute of a younger sister." 

*She shifted her position as she glanced at her armour. She didn't want to talk about the prude comment. While it was true that she didn't have a man and wasn't really feminine, that didn't mean she didn't know how to use her womanly charms and neither did it mean she didn't have the occasional fling.*

"I knew that your depravity had grown sister, but never, not even in my greatest nightmares would I have been brazen enough to think that you had fallen this far into your own sins." 

*Honestly, the whole walk of shame talk send a slight shiver down her spine, even if she knew that her sister was just joking. She hated the fact that she had to admit defeat here as while her tongue might be sharp, she didn't really have a response for her latest suggestion. Incest and public indecency were subjects she didn't feel comfortable joking about.*

*At the mention of a possible love life that she had she suddenly froze up as a faint tinge of red appeared on her cheek. As she kept talking, especially about the strange underwear she couldn't help but grow **Very** Silent, almost like she had actually contemplated about the issue in the past.*

"You..."

*She was looking for the right words before she realized she couldn't find them and just puffed her cheeks, raising her nose in the air in frustration, having accepted yet another loss in this verbal sparring.*

"Keep talking like that and I'll actually throw you from the nearest cliff."

*The fact that she resorted to making threats of could be seen as an admittance of defeat. There was just no winning against this pervert. How did you cause someone shame who would enjoy getting abused both physically and verbally.*

"Why are you like this."
*Her tone wasn't cold or judgmental, but filled with embarrassment and childishness.*
Joyce
*Why are you like this?

Avianna thought to herself. It was a question she had asked herself ever since she was a child. What went wrong in her birth? What side did she land on the dice of the gods? A few years ago, she'd have trouble answering the question. But she had long since found her answer.

The smile on her face deepened.*

"Because it feels good." *Was her simple answer.*

*The extremities of her actions... Yes, it was the only thing that could make her figurative and literal heart beating. The world was an amazing and complex place. The people in it were like rotating gears in a clockwork machine— she understood how each gear worked and how they contributed to the machine. She enjoyed sticking her fingers in, hurting herself in the process, but also help in breaking the machine bit by bit. 

Indeed, she wished to break the toughest gears. It would make her more than pleased to see the entire machine fall apart one day, but that was a dream best put on the bottom of the list. Her fingers, while accustomed, could only take so much abuse. Even for her.*

"Don't you think it's unfair sister? How the other races have advantages over us? The Mogash and the Onis have physical strength that naturally surpass ours. I've fought a few, and even the weakest of than is stronger than the best of us. What of the SIlnari? They have mages of calibres that we will constantly struggle to achieve. A grace that we will never reach."

*Avianna squeezed her hands, feeling the hardened bone resist the pressure. Her constitution. The only thing that's managed to saved her throughout the whole ordeal. It was perhaps the only advantage she truly held over her opponents.*

"The ones I'm jealous of are the Oriates. Men and women who are worshipped just because they have furry ears and tails. What I'm most jealous about is their absurdly long lives. I've heard that some can reach a millennia in age—"

*Avianna suddenly burst into laughter.*

"My my, look at me, talking like I'm some sort of scholar. What I'm getting at here is that I want to enjoy my life to the fullest. As a human, my time in this world is very, very limited. Though I say these things about other races, the Empire is proof of our supremacy. The Elven kingdoms are but a shadow of their former glory, beastmen tribes squabble over pointless wars, Onis hide away in their scarce numbers and Oriates rely on their hedonism to sate their eternal boredom."

"Short answer; father probably dropped me as a child and now here I am."