It was cold here, not temperature wise, but the room was lifeless. Bright fluorescent lights shone down from above, illuminating the dark steel and stone. There was a small amount of natural light coming in through the entrance from the side of the mountain, but it wasn’t enough to make it feel homely. Yet this was home now. Holding onto the small bag of clothes she’d brought with her Rylla looked around. “It’s the old transport bay.” The woman beside her explained. She turned to look up to her, standing beside her in a strange costume.
She tried to look for some kind of warmth in those eyes, but there wasn’t much there either. “We used to store old kinds of vehicles here before we moved, but they came with us. It’s okay though, it’s not like any of you can drive anyway.” Rylla looked at her curiously before she returned to looking around the room. The woman beside her shifted uncomfortably as did the large bird on his shoulder. “Don’t worry; the rest should be here soon.” She said evenly, her voice was smooth and calm. You. They. The people she was referring to were more people around her age who were to become Rylla’s ‘teammates’.
The ‘she’ in question was named Quinn, and the bird’s name was… Valor, she believed and was some kind of bird of prey but she had never been a bird expert. Quinn had not said much during their time together, short as it had been. She was a hero, though she didn’t have any super powers she was still a hero. She had amazing skill with a crossbow, and it was rumoured that she could communicate with Valor. But Rylla was too shy to ask. All she knew was that the pair shared an extremely close bond.
Quinn had been nice enough to let her stay in her house whilst they had been getting this place ready, but Quinn’s house was small, and she wasn’t ready to take care of a teenager. The base had been fitted out with rooms for her to live in, and any of the others if they so choose to. She had admitted she wouldn’t be of use to teach her how to use her powers either, since she hadn't an ounce of magical blood in her body. But Rylla would have been able to tell that for herself. She could tell when people had magical abilities. They just had a different aura about them.
The bird on Quinn’s shoulder suddenly tensed, turning to look at the entrance to the cave and Quinn turned slowly. “Well… first of the arrivals is here.” She looked down to the young brunette at her side, clutching that thick book tightly to her chest. “Just relax Rylla, you’ll be fine.”
She tried to look for some kind of warmth in those eyes, but there wasn’t much there either. “We used to store old kinds of vehicles here before we moved, but they came with us. It’s okay though, it’s not like any of you can drive anyway.” Rylla looked at her curiously before she returned to looking around the room. The woman beside her shifted uncomfortably as did the large bird on his shoulder. “Don’t worry; the rest should be here soon.” She said evenly, her voice was smooth and calm. You. They. The people she was referring to were more people around her age who were to become Rylla’s ‘teammates’.
The ‘she’ in question was named Quinn, and the bird’s name was… Valor, she believed and was some kind of bird of prey but she had never been a bird expert. Quinn had not said much during their time together, short as it had been. She was a hero, though she didn’t have any super powers she was still a hero. She had amazing skill with a crossbow, and it was rumoured that she could communicate with Valor. But Rylla was too shy to ask. All she knew was that the pair shared an extremely close bond.
Quinn had been nice enough to let her stay in her house whilst they had been getting this place ready, but Quinn’s house was small, and she wasn’t ready to take care of a teenager. The base had been fitted out with rooms for her to live in, and any of the others if they so choose to. She had admitted she wouldn’t be of use to teach her how to use her powers either, since she hadn't an ounce of magical blood in her body. But Rylla would have been able to tell that for herself. She could tell when people had magical abilities. They just had a different aura about them.
The bird on Quinn’s shoulder suddenly tensed, turning to look at the entrance to the cave and Quinn turned slowly. “Well… first of the arrivals is here.” She looked down to the young brunette at her side, clutching that thick book tightly to her chest. “Just relax Rylla, you’ll be fine.”