<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/%5E0F8DB8EF0ABA58288E2BF177AE1807F9D5648E9E7743370419%5Epimgpsh_fullsize_distr.jpg)</div>Arctic Fox's attention was drawn from the dance request to the stage, the kid in blue, she reviewed the clothes for scorch marks before her gaze flung to her sister. Accusation still in her eyes. Then they glazed as the music started. The haunting melody drawing her face to one of wonder and joy. Winter Fire saw the change and was thrown for a loop, for there was a joy on her sister's face that she had not seen since they were kids before their separation.<br/><br/>********************<br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6d/Celstial_Battle_Armor.jpg)</div><br/>Her eyes open to a world long ago.<br/><br/>Incorruptible Valiant Nightshade descended from the West, her all encompassing armor concealing a person who had not been seen by any living person but her circle in two hundred years and then only in private. The scars, a badge she would show no others before their time. She fell into the embrace with a gusto, lifting the Thousand Sword Princess, how pretentious these titles, but they offered reverence, where her given name of Shyla would not. "Fray, too long has it been." Even though her voice is Raspy with age and harm, it dripped with love for her Circle-mate. The scarring that was hidden by the armor is clear through her raspy voice. Her voice and visage a curse borne injury inflicted while under torture, that only the highest medicines would remove, the miracles of the Sun-bourne. She was offered, but denied the procedure. Six weeks, tortured by the last Yozi holdout, before her sisters and her own cunning had led to her escape. As the eldest of their Circle, she was ancient to begin with, but her movement was still top form.<br/><br/>"Fray, your grace and beauty banishes the dark before your sword." Val's gloves melted back into their bracers at a thought as she reached out to cup and heft her sister's ample chest. "I am jealous, you must give me your chiropractor's IAM." Releasing her to bounce, Val turned to the others. "And before you ask, we are too public, the helmet stays. Though that Lintha cell is done for." Turning, she looked to the others, her Sisters and that figure the performer in blue... he... no she... no.