Bobbie
Asteria Fyrinth
South Feyshore

The night cast a different look on the town, making it seem more dastardly and frightening to those who might decide to go wandering. Asteria felt the stares of the onlookers trail across her form despite how desperately she had tried to conceal herself from prying eyes. Whispers followed her as she walked quickly through the dimly lit streets, fear coursing through her blood and giving her speed. 

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The town was mostly unfamiliar to her and the dark caused her to second guess the directions she had been given. Her mind screamed at her to return home but pure desperation urged her to continue looking, *She needed help*. After what felt like a lifetime of terror, she arrived at the door and before she could allow herself to regret it, knocked.
Rebecca
Marsila Vema
South Feyshore

It had been a silent week for Marsila as she hid herself inside her home. She spent her time reading by the dim lit fire she created, making sure to contain the flame so it wouldn't spread throughout her home. A small chuckle left her lips as she flipped through the pages slowly until it was suddenly interrupted by an abrupt knock. She hadn't expected anyone today, however, Marsila was never shy of telling those she trusted her location. 

Placing the book down, Marsila made her way to the door. Upon opening, she found herself facing a terrified female. Before she had the chance to speak, the shifter inches closer to the frame so the woman would have room to enter. "Let's not speak out here."
Bobbie
Asteria Fyrinth
South Feyshore

Asteria was not sure what precisely she had expected but she did know that a friendly looking young woman had not been on the list of possibilities. The home too seemed warmer than she had anticipated, the flickering light from a fire casting a comforting glow in the room. 

Upon being beckoned inside, Asteria pulled back the hood of her cloak and took a deep breath, wringing her hands in an attempt to stifle her anxiety. Asterias ever watchful eyes caught sight of a book that had been set aside and an immediate apology rushed to her lips, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I'm sure you're busy.." She placed a shaking hand to her forehead, chastising herself for the unexpected intrusion.
Rebecca
Marsila Vema
South Feyshore

She shook her head dismissively towards her apology causing a few strands of hair to part from the messy bun she had put in earlier. Her unkempt appearance was similar to someone who had recently woken up, even though that was not Marsila's case. It was her home after all. 

"Don't be ridiculous. I find no issue in putting down a book that I can read later. It's not going to run away." She interjected, noticing the way her sight had landed on the book she placed down earlier. Waving her hand towards the stool that stood only a few feet from her favoured chair, Marsila gestured for her guest to sit down. "You on the other hand look one breath away from fainting. Please sit."

Marsila found it quite simple when it came to figuring out someone's emotions and preferred to have those with a sound mind in her presence. Hence the kindness she emitted the moment she opened her door.
Bobbie
Asteria Fyrinth 
South Feyshore

The apprehensive woman felt a wave of relief at the accommodating tone and politely sat on the stool offered, doing her very best to stop the trembling of her hands. Asteria smiled halfheartedly at the girl before her, coming to the realization that they were probably close in age, although stress made her feel older. 

"I need help" Was all Asteria could manage to say before her voice failed. The look of pure desperation in her eyes conveyed her hopelessness, perhaps even better than words could.
Rebecca
Marsila Vema
South Feyshore

She couldn't help but feel pity towards her, it almost made her own heart sink as she watched desperation flood the poor girl's face. Deciding the woman would be more comfortable if she was sitting herself, Marsila did just that. 

"Are you dealing with a human or a monster?" She questioned as she decided against having her explain further. There was only one reason someone would show up at her door at this hour. Reaching behind, her body was forced to twist an awkward angle as she took a hold of the pad that she used to take notes. Luckily her quill and ink were sitting by the book she set down earlier. 

Turning back towards the female, she cocked her head slightly to the right as she realised they had forgotten formalities. "By the way I am Marsila. What name would you happen to go by?"