<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SVgHqW2.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Iona Viliulf (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300582.msg14694421#msg14694421)</span></strong><strong>AC</strong>: 14<strong>HP</strong>: 10<br/>Through the first watch... (fluff, if you must...)<br/>After a while, the watch has become incredibly boring for Iona, who is used to meditating on the current or watching for fish rather than staring out at... well...<i>nothing</i>to occupy her mind.  She tries not to focus on Iona's... well... appeal.  Which is... plentiful.  And not to be distracted by Emerald's invitation to 'tuck her in'... haha!  oh, what a silly thought.  Of course, she wouldn't do... that.  Oh, hells and brimstone.  Of course she would.  There was work to be focused on.  And then there was... erg.  Every small noise from the tents, a rustling of a body in a tent.  A tiny change in breath.<i>Head.   Out of.  Gutter... Iona.</i>There was plenty of noise out here to be suddenly focused upon.<br/><br/>In the end, I mean... it was still just<i>nature</i>out here.  Of course, nature brought peril, but if they kept the fire up, then any sensible woodland creature would be discouraged, and their only concern would be... well... bandits.  Or jackasses like that weirdo in town who wanted to... who knows?<i>Breed</i>one of them?!  Piss on it.  If he came around, there'd be a fight, sure enough, and no way would he get off so easily.  She even smirked and whispered over to Ria, in a hushed tone so that the others wouldn't be disturbed in their sleep--<br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">"remember that creep in town?  wouldn't it be a laugh if he tried to get one of us... and chose bashir's tent?"  </span></em><br/><br/>Then with a stifled giggle, she would sit-- hoping to last out the remainder of the watch, with her back against Ria's, so that they faced opposite ways and, should one of them drift off, the other would feel it.<br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">"i am sorry that i never paid you back.  you know.  for that time a couple years back."</span></em>She seems to have a hard time getting out even such vague words.<em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">"that time when you sav--"</span></em><br/><br/>But Ria was up then, checking whatever disturbance she had perceived in the woods... more perceptive than Iona had been.  Taking this as a sign to desist her line of conversation, Iona stands and softly pads a few steps toward the opposite perimeter of camp, making a point to stay limber and awake, while watching for Ria's discovery-- and then, nothing.<br/><br/>She breathes a little easier, but keeps scanning the edge of the camp, following the treeline, and doesn't want to settle back down for some time.  She's quiet then, remaining so, nervously waiting beside Ria.  She checks the stars to see if they've moved in the sky at all... and it seems they've not shifted in the sky at all.  It must be hours, yet, left on their watch.<br/><br/>[Init check: 5]<br/>Then, when the wolves emerge together, the hackles on her neck raise and she draws her sword-- not smoothly, as she would like, but like it suddenly weighs a hundred pounds.  Three wolves abreast?!  There must be more.  "keep everyone close to the fire... EVERYONE AWAKE! ARMS!-- CIRCLE THE FIRE!!!"