The girl's face went blank as the elf came towards her. She was hesitant. Ashla had learned to never trust strangers... However, she loosened her grip on her sword. The rain began to pour now, getting Ashla all wet. She sighed and wished she had her cloak and hood with her - she hated getting wet. The child, lifted her free hand to the rain.
"It would be nice to get out of the rain," She stated simply. The Icebreaker glanced at Siegfried and smiled. She looked more like a child than a warrior, but in this moment was a glimpse at the Icebreaker as a care free wanderer. She was free then. Her spirit was chained, but still was not broken... like it was now. And the thing was, this elf seemed just like her. He must have gone through similar trials of loss and peril to still be alive. How long had he fought to redeem not just himself, but his race? Ashla had been fighting for herself since she was fourteen, and just recently she had actually learned of her family traits. Now she too, was trying to redeem her own race. Their kins. They needed healing as much these two broke souls needed healing themselves. Broken kingdoms... needed to rebuild. Maybe, Ashla thought, she could learn something from him.
She placed her Damascus sword into its sheath, "Okay."
The teenager still smiled, it was a young, sweet smile which portrayed the innocence she had left. No matter how good she could fight, Ashla was still a child. She still had much to learn. She was stubborn and she knew it, and that was one thing she didn't try to fix. She looked up to the bleak, grey sky, showing droplets of cold, wet water onto everything below it. She shouted, "Hey, monks! We're done now... can somebody get me a towel?"
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Done! This is being submitted for judging.