Esmerelda was still outside, monitoring the outskirts of the town. Her mind roaming, her eyes scanning. Selecting every little detail that meant something. Things that spoke to her, screamed to her of the coming storm. The clouds were rolling over the horizon, blotching out the sky .. and soon the sun. The rolled in thick and heavy. The thunder rolled across the sky, like a thousand hooves beating into the sodden earth. The wind danced through the valley and into the town. Sweeping past her. Unsettling obsidian tresses from their holds.<br/><br/><br/>Turning her back to the storm brewing, she headed back into the town to push people into returning to finishing up their business early for the day. She wanted them all in their homes where they would be safe. She took to helping move merchandise, and belongings into shelters, homes and shed holdings. Ushering horses into stables and children into safe loving arms of their parents. Esmerelda was a hard worker, a guardian, a protector. She could feel something unnatural about this storm and it bothered her.<br/><br/>She paused for a moment to take a breather. The cool breeze felt good after a day in the sweltering sun. Her pale skin felt chilled and seemed even more pale in the chilly weather. Sea green eyes swirled into a vivid blue. Murky at the center with a deep green. Flared at the rim with an odd gold. It was then her attention was drawn to XIV. A soft blush flourished over her cheeks as he stepped into the light without the mask of his shirt. Though his body was scarred, he was a work of art.<br/><br/>As if he was sculpted out of stone. A greek god. Esmerelda shook herself back into reality and smiled warmly, brightly in his direction. The cross at her neck burned bright against her skin as her temperature rised.<br/><br/>"There's a storm coming. We'll be here for a while... mind helping me get the horses into the stable?"<br/><br/>Slender digits, knuckles each kissed with a silver ring, rose to push her hair from her face. Pale pink lips still pulled into that soft, sweet smile. Esmerelda was the image of an angel. All silvers, whites and pure bright glory. Though, as such .. she was on of the worst. For angels were not the purest of creatures, nor were they saints. They were sinners with a cause. Esmerelda didn't believe in angels, or saints. She believed in doing for the common good. In return she received that which she needed to survive, out of common decency.