Far from sane

[Tristine Alevada]

Tristine walked into the barracks, her blood red cape drapped over her black dress and her blonde hair let down to her shoulders. She would have seemed harmless if it hadn't been for the gleamed sword handle shining from her hilt.
Tristine took a seat and let her dress hang down to the floor, her hands figdeting restlessly.
She began to sing softly, a beautiful harmony being played into the air as if an angel was sitting in Tristine's chair but instead just her silly old self.
As she sang her cold blue eyes fell apon the stone floor beneath her, so cold and defined...it was too restraining but so simple.
Tristine slowly came to an end and sat back, her eyes now moving to the ceiling for refuge from thoughts.

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Luthien walked into the barracks for some training and her a strage but beatiful melody echo through the training area. She stopped and listened, it was quite relaxing. Suddenly the song cut off and she entered the barracks to find the source of the delightful tune.

SHe saw a blond woman sitting looking to the ceiling. She didnt seemed like she had battled anyone today. THere was silence.

Luthien spoke up, "I have never heard a warrior sing such a nice song."