[h1][u]Ciara Ventura[/u][/h1]
[i][color=gray]Wingram, Campus[/color][/i]
[@Nanaya], [@Psyker Landshark]

[quote=The Imp]"Perhaps you could leave my fate until after the ceremony? Leave me tied up to a tree where I can't get away?”[/quote]

Ciara stared at the shadeling for a long moment, before her eyes narrowed. 

[i]“It’s smart.”

“We’re all smart, thank you.” [/i]

The Voices were very much enjoying the fact that there was something, some[i]one[/i] similar to them. All smiles. Ciara could figure why. If they were really alike, it would be a simple thing for the imp to leave through shadows the moment they turned their backs.

Ciara’s eyes dragged over to Iraleth, and she sucked in a breath. Would the paladin realize? 

She could hear what was going on in the attunement ceremony from where they stood. If they delayed any further, they would miss the ceremony outright. The imp had excellent timing for being caught, really. Now, the paladin would have to weigh her options. Hildegunde as well.

For Ciara, she knew her choice already. From her satchel, she produced a length of rope that she offered to Iraleth. Her tone was as carefully disinterested as possible. [b]“Tie him if you want. I don’t want to miss the ceremony.”[/b]

Whether Iraleth would accept the rope or not, Ciara would find herself walking up towards the ceremony once more. Her eyes glanced to the side, widening as shecaught Valen staring [i]straight[/i] at her. Before she glared, holding his gaze fora moment before she huffed, and tured towardsthe golden pole.

She approached it with purpose, reached out a hand to touch it, and spoke resolutely.

[b]“Sword of Wund.”[/b]