Chiara could hear the vile bickers between her friends. Yes, she considered the tall, bulky woman named 'blades' as a friend. She had tried to help her in the last three months, showing patience with her harsh words and always smiling kindly at the ever-angry woman. There was something behind that face of scowls and words that kept a certain distance, Chiara knew would be her real personality. Perhaps something had happened when the dusk had settled into the world, she knew that she had been an exception on the rule of not having to undergo any hardship and traumatic events.<br/><br/>The nun was adamant on finding out what made the bickering blades tick, what had made her such an angry woman. Perhaps she would even be able to heal her wounds, and make her more kind and cooperative. Nevertheless, she was thankful for the shouting insults at the moment now. She followed her way towards the noise and soon found her friend Fritz looking for her. Suddenly she realised the state of her appearance, and a sudden red blush coloured her olive-tanned skin.<br/><br/>Her hair had curled up, wet due to the salt water, and her clothes stuck uncomfortably to her skin. She tried to pluck the robes from her body, so it would not be defining her feminine forms as much as it did now. She hated to be naked, let alone having her figure show beneath the wet, clinging robes in a jungle environment. She wished they had chosen Antarctica or something to fight in, but then again. The dusk didn't like the cold weather as much, so fighting here made a hell of a lot more sense.<br/><span style="color: DarkOrange"><br/>
''Don't let that woman get to you, Fritz. She has trouble herself, and probably deals with it in a way to hurt others. So she doesn't feel hurt herself.''</span><br/><br/>Chiara kept plucking her robes, wringing the water out of the cloth as she stood before the Landsknight, dripping wet.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrange">''She has got a very solid point, but I think we should wait with giving out orders before everyone had gathered around here.''</span><br/><br/>The nun looked around and saw that they were standing in the middle of the circle of tents. There was enough food and supplies for a week, and there was not a single sound coming from the woods that would indicate that dusks coming near them.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrange">''Could you give a shout out, making everyone gather here for me? I'll create a beacon of light, for those who might miss this place entirely.''</span><br/><br/>That said, Chiara cupped her hands together and shot up a blinding ray of light straight up into the air. She smiled whilst doing it, it was part of her powers that she always felt so good using them. One of the reasons she hated to hurt with it. Because what nun would want to feel good, hurting others?<br/><br/>Nevertheless, her beacon was so bright, it resembled the<a class="externalLink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XfwpYH_qd2I" target="_blank"> burning flare of aluminium powder</a>. So that it was even visible, in the morninglight of the jungle around them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>