The journey began much like any other would, a slow trot the lead into a slow-paced strut forward. Most groups had their cliques that stayed together, yet this convoy seemed to be, in a general consensus, equal. Lillith placed herself between the middle carts and simply blended in with a quiet attitude. The first and only conversation took place between Tirian and the female twin, quickly followed by the taller male elf persuading Tirian to rest his body. This sparked interest within her mind, yet she quashed the assumptions and continued forward with ears open to anything else. The convoy stopped shortly after entering a thinning area of the woods, and each member began their own routines of setting up a campsite for the night. Lillith moved to a nearby tree and sat quietly, observing the female who had spoken with Tirian as she made food from a simple cauldron.
It hadn’t been long before a bowl was placed in front of her by the old dwarf. Lillith nodded her thanks to the old pervert and ate the stew with delicate hands. She took time to savor each and every flavor that had been in the dish, allowing her to gain a true respect for the cooking. Each spoonful entered and quickly found its way to the quiet girl’s stomach. The bowl before her lasted mere minutes as the pace of eating increased with each bite. She was sure to thank the cook, but it seemed as if she had disappeared with Tirian into the forest. Odd.
-Lucille took the bowl, sniffing the aroma for a moment then devoured the bowl in the most unbelievable fashion. If there had ever been a definition for tom-boy Lucille fit the bill almost perfectly. Her eyes watched Tirian exit the camp along with Serna, her chance would not be just yet. However there was one other person of interest in the camp, Lillith. This person drew immediate conversation from Tirian and even Lucille herself did not quite understand where she was from and why it was so important. Thus the pink-haired snob took her approach towards Lillith with her infamous smug.
“Electus huh. Sounds pretty important.”-
Lillith rested upon the tree, allowing the food to settle to the bottom of her stomach but it would seem peace was not upon her as the screechy voice of a certain female came down onto her ears. Lucille seemed to be interested in her background, but this would not come out so easy, especially to someone as shady and smug as the person before her eyes. Lillith stood to a full posture and gazed dead into Lucille’s eyes as she spoke.
“Indeed. Now please excuse me.”
Lillith moved past her conversation partner and took a seat neat to the flames to keep her body warm. The crackling of the fire offered white noise to drown herself into mental thoughts, allowing her mind to rest and body to ease itself into a state of peace.
-Lucille dropped the smile, watching the quiet and straightforward female move past her as if she had meant nothing to the world. Lucille clenched her hands into fists, only for a moment however and shook off the clear insult. She would certainly have to keep an eye out for this one, and Serna as well. So many variables were becoming apparent for her task, making it nigh impossible… Nothing was impossible however, for this Hearthstone soldier.”