Instinctively, Aerylinne put herself on guard.<i>Oooh, this doesn't look good. I love it...</i>She inadvertently smiled, wondering for a moment if she had managed to give her sentry the slip. Possible, she thought. Plausible, even. That didn't matter now. She had an unnatural silence to investigate.<br/><br/>She pressed on into the middle of the clearing, wondering what might come trampling into the moonlight. With a wave of her hand, she summoned her faithful companion. Ardent was a huge greatsword, looking entirely out of place in the young noble's hands. She hefted it with ease, however. The blade was like a dull, emerald green, a mass of metallic, leafy tendrils encircling the sword all the way up its length. Within seconds, however, the tips of the metal vines began to shine with flaming orange hues, receding gradually to unveil the naked blade.<br/><br/>...She'd been waiting forever to use it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>