Ruavia gave a slow, unseen blink as she stared on forward, listening as the names were drawn out and assigned for every team. When her own squad was established, her horned and helmeted head turned to take a look at those that would be her companions.<br/><br/>Aiden, the feathered and priestly shorter male, was given a gracious nod upon her realization she would be travelling with him for the first rounds, a smile appearing on her face as she gazed off at the man. She knew little of the cities' involvements or whom exactly this "Holgar" was, but she would think of it later once they were properly gathered and grouped up. She could depend on one with healing magics and whatever else he had up his sleeve, as she would not be allowing he himself to be taking any hits while the Alkhev was on duty.<br/><br/>Next was Maako, which brought an equal amount of interest to the young giantess. To see a changling in action would be something she never thought she had the blessing of seeing before, in truth having hoped she would have been paired with it the moment she saw the alien being. She wondered if they could truly change shape into anything at all that they desired, and considered asking for it to perhaps try and mimic her - She guessed that the armor could prove difficult, and on top of that she did not want to appear rude or childish in front of such professional team mates, and so she bit her interest and swallowed it down to maintain her continuous, regal and stiff posture.<br/><br/>She reached on forward, her shimmering and blue-trimmed armor clinking away as her navy ornamental braid of a horsetail chimed against her back, the metallic spade-like decorations near the end of the gathering of hair chiming against the plates of metal she wore. Gripping the sigil in her gauntlets, she looked it over with some wonder while her other hand gripped up the large great-axe, finding it satisfactory after a few turns of the object. Placing it away and under the tuckings of her breastplate, she returned her gaze upwards as she tried to remember all the instructions she had been taught about how exactly to work the communication methods they had been provided. How suiting for it to be a raven, she thought, with their leader being a Great Raven himself.<br/><br/>She had been raised with utmost protection and delicateness in comparison to the normal standards of Alkhev upbringing. Every one of their members was meant to become a valued elder of their society, to serve and master great arts of weaponry first and Urges to assist them before their melee abilities were perfected, at which they then became solely sorcerers and spell-crafters of the realm. Their secrets and ability to weave mass destructive powers had been known among those reaching their later two-thousand to three-thousand year old ages, but to the outside world these great Wizards were nameless as they were faceless. It was important for the Alkhev to be responsible with their longevity, and in turn the power that they received from it.<br/><br/>Her family was rich and noticeable in the Elder Circles of their cities, her Ancestor, Yulga having served in the Council for over twenty-thousand years. He no longer studied as much as he taught the future elders of their community, staying to more peaceful and balance-keeping roles as his ancient life had taken him. Ruavia herself was the prized child of their line in particular, being the youngest of the city for a long time. The next youngest individual had finished their pilgrimage and was well into their eighth century, and her Father, Rorix, had been meticulous to make sure she had been trained safely and efficiently for when she turned her first hundred years.<br/><br/>When she had insisted on leaving the city, her Mother in particular had brought much protest to such an idea. Heldris had hoped her daughter would have stayed for another fifty years or so before she faced the outside world to learn, for she was soft as she was careful of her shorter-than-average baby girl. Rorix on the other hand was eager to send his child away, though not without the company of a husband; One of his picking, of course, for he felt he knew the perfect type to ensure a prosperous future and unity for all eternity with his daughter. Thus, he turned to the dark and mysterious Necromancer of an Council member, Xervena, whom had mastered all the arts of Pathurgy along with the manipulation of thralls and summoned monstrosities of rotten flesh and bone.<br/><br/>Ruavia promptly refused, having the right to do so, at which her Father had assumed she simply was not ready for such a commitment, and thus put his promise to Xervena on hold. Ruavia quickly left in a fury, seeking some sort of honor and respect of the outside world that she may return independent and strong, able to prove herself to her family for her righteous deeds as well as to her own spirit in particular.<br/><br/>Here Ruavia was now, standing among such a collection of people and having been given her very first mission. A bright smile was on her face as she turned off to Valyn, bowing her head once more as her soft and hopeful voice rang out from the helm she wore.<br/><br/>"I do hope we will get to work together in the future, Elder Valyn." She offered, then straightening and turning off to walk on over to her new comrades, her fabric-layered plate-skirt moving along with her strides before she stopped short of them.<br/><br/>"Perhaps we should get to know one another, and of our strengths and weaknesses. I do not know if we will be meeting any physical altercations, but if so I would very much enjoy knowing how to move in sync with the two of you." She told them, her golden eyes wide with anticipation.