[color=violet]Valencia Tempest
The Quick-witted Pirate with a Gentle Heart [/color]

***** 

Valencia relaxed, but only slightly. Now that the clearest and most urgent dangers were easing down, she felt as though she could begin to get a feel for the lay of the land and the interesting group of characters around her. Reluctantly, she shoved her cutlass back into its strap upon her hip.

[color=violet]“I am a sailor,”[/color] she told the man who had been so sure she was a bandit. [color=violet]“A traveler, if you will. Not a bandit, and not a brigand. I go where the ocean takes me; though I must admit I never expected my travels to bring me to a place like this. I’m called Valencia Tempest,” [/color]she told them, also answering the questions of the other man who had introduced himself. [color=violet]“And I was adrift in a storm at sea before I awoke here.”[/color] Valencia watched as the gunman lowered himself to the ground for a moment, and she noticed that he seemed to be in pain. Since he was no longer a threat, she waited for the young woman to introduce herself, and glanced instead at Bishop.

[color=violet]“You’re injured,” [/color]she pointed out, nodding to the medium-sized cut upon his elbow. [color=violet]“Did some foul creature attack you? I don’t doubt that there may be more unnatural beings in this dream-like world.” [/color]Her gaze drifted over to where the flaming spirit had left a scorched mark of its presence. The knight and the other man, covered in many layers and yet unhooded, stood there, conversing. The knight had warm brown hair and a well-structured face. His visage reminded her of Nils…

Valencia felt her heart skip a beat. [i]No. Of all the times to think of that rascal, this may well be the worst.[/i]  Nils had been the only man to ever hold her interest for more than a moment—not that she would ever have admitted that to him—and had been incredibly adept at sparking both her temper and her heartbeat. He’d been too rash and nearly got Valencia killed, and they’d parted on bad terms, but he somehow always crossed her mind at the most inconvenient moments. Still… from afar, the armored man could almost have been his brother. 

Reluctantly, she tore her gaze away from the knight, wondering who he might be, and resumed her usual pithy demeanor, waiting for Bishop’s reply while also remaining alert to the possibility of another dangerous situation drawing near. She had no way of knowing what could be lurking in the shadows, and hoped her cutlass, her skills in combat, and her swift feet would be enough to save her skin if another, more hostile supernatural creature engaged them.


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