Alva Calvarona
Character
[member="Utena Calvarona"]
Yes the origin of the Crinan Energy Blades was very important, and Alva expected that Utena already knew about that from their history studies. After all, it wasn't a big secret by this point what had happened back then. Hearing her sister's comment about what sort of dangers might lie below were disconcerting though as Alva retrieved her equipment and stood at the top of the stairs looking down at the darkness below. She wasn't sure if she felt any signs of life, but she was still improving her senses, and who knew really what sort of projects Nicoleta's fallen apprentice had cooked up. For all she knew there could be a dragon lurking below and she would never see it coming. "I doubt there's a cyborg down there sis, I don't think anyone has had a hand in such technology for practical reasons. . . .but who knows, maybe a dragon does await."
Taking the first step, Alva kept her eyes locked on the stairway as she descended down the dimly lit decline. Her senses extended, feeling the taint of the intentions the name stricken Practitioner had left behind with whatever it was they had aimed to achieve. Each step further was taken slowly, each step with a pause as Crina's second princess continued sensing out her environment seeking out any threat she could, though she could not. Whether it was a lack in her ability, or a well crafted scheme left behind ages ago she wasn't sure. What she was sure of was that the crack of lightning outside as she prepared to face what lay below was unwelcome.
A storm was brewing, and she certainly wasn't a fan of rain. She hoped none would come, though it always left a great place to hide one's tears when pain came.
Though none came as Alva reached a doorway at the bottom of the stairs. Still she sensed no danger or warnings. Leaving her wondering if the secrecy and other traps above had been enough to leave the fallen apprentice of history confident, or if Nicoleta's former right hand had never believed she could be caught, regardless it hardly mattered as Alva reached out tensely, the moment of truth at hand.
Yes the origin of the Crinan Energy Blades was very important, and Alva expected that Utena already knew about that from their history studies. After all, it wasn't a big secret by this point what had happened back then. Hearing her sister's comment about what sort of dangers might lie below were disconcerting though as Alva retrieved her equipment and stood at the top of the stairs looking down at the darkness below. She wasn't sure if she felt any signs of life, but she was still improving her senses, and who knew really what sort of projects Nicoleta's fallen apprentice had cooked up. For all she knew there could be a dragon lurking below and she would never see it coming. "I doubt there's a cyborg down there sis, I don't think anyone has had a hand in such technology for practical reasons. . . .but who knows, maybe a dragon does await."
Taking the first step, Alva kept her eyes locked on the stairway as she descended down the dimly lit decline. Her senses extended, feeling the taint of the intentions the name stricken Practitioner had left behind with whatever it was they had aimed to achieve. Each step further was taken slowly, each step with a pause as Crina's second princess continued sensing out her environment seeking out any threat she could, though she could not. Whether it was a lack in her ability, or a well crafted scheme left behind ages ago she wasn't sure. What she was sure of was that the crack of lightning outside as she prepared to face what lay below was unwelcome.
A storm was brewing, and she certainly wasn't a fan of rain. She hoped none would come, though it always left a great place to hide one's tears when pain came.
Though none came as Alva reached a doorway at the bottom of the stairs. Still she sensed no danger or warnings. Leaving her wondering if the secrecy and other traps above had been enough to leave the fallen apprentice of history confident, or if Nicoleta's former right hand had never believed she could be caught, regardless it hardly mattered as Alva reached out tensely, the moment of truth at hand.