Adelyte

"Ohmygosh!" Adelyte exclaimed as she came to a halt. "I never even thought of all the little babies who just wanted to play a game!" Her realization brought on a sudden sadness, distraught by the fact that, not just adults but, children were stuck in this death game. Being forced to survive on their own, without their parents. "Everyone I had met so far was an older teenager.. or an adult. I never would have thought..." The tears that welled in her eyes seemed like drops of saltwater drawn from the sea beside them. When one finally escaped, it traced a slow path down her cheek, like a wave bre

“Oh you know Wulfrin too?” Adelyte perked up, looking over her shoulder at the fisherman on the dock. “He helped me out with a quest I needed to take. Would have been totally boring if he hadn’t come along.” Bringing a hand to her mouth, she spoke as if she was telling a secret, but did not reduce the sound of her voice much, but rather mumbled. “Would you believe me if I told you he spent that whole time fishing too?” She laughed it off as her brain processed talk about making weapons. “Wait, Wulfrin can make weapons?!” smacking herself in the forehead, “Jeezlouise, I should have asked him to

At least there was one face that she recognized after all. One of the only people she actually had a chance to go on a quest with; Wulfrin! Stepping his way across the beach, after a quick pit stop to drop off what looked like a cake, he would set up his rod at the end of the dock. Crimson orbs rolled in their sockets, of course he was fishing. With a curling smirk, she would cup her hands around the sides of her mouth before shouting, "Of course you would be fishing during a party!!" Once she had his attention - if he even cared to turn in her direction to address her - she would offer a

Crimson eyes stared at flat, stone platform in the center of the circular plaza. Every couple of moments, a blue ball of energy would appear, and with it players traveling to and from the Town of Beginnings. Adelyte herself had never used the warp pad before, fear of the dangers much stronger than her lurking on each higher floor. It was not often she let that frightened emotion show, and she mustered all of her strength to put on a brave face. But as she stood 10 feet away, white knuckling the handle of her shiny, never-used, hammer.. she stuck out like a sore thumb. "You know, when you

A tiny tickle on the tip of her nose caused Adelyte's nose to scrunch in response, a weird, passing sense of pastries being shared behind her back. Couldn't be. Adelyte entered Zachariah's shop with a pep in her step, "Potion seller! I come to you with ingredients to make THE best potions of all time." Strutting directly up to the wooden counter top, she would summon her inventories with a a swish of her finger. With virtual pockets as empty as hers (aside from multiple croissants) she was quick enough to find and materialize the materials onto his desk.. flopping fish included. "H

It seemed as though Wulfrin and Nymoria had finished up as well. Neither of them looked too happy with their success, but coming home with anything while keeping little ol' Adelyte company was enough of a prize. Especially since she liked to talk their ears off.. they didn't seem to mind that though. "Ooookay, lets skedaddle then. I'll lead the way. Don't worry, friends, I've got a picture perfect memory. This'll be a piece of cake!" ..Famous last words.. The entrance to the cavern was dark, and the smell of something rancid was carried on the damp, stale air that seeped from t

"Oh no no, no offense taken at all!" Her hands waved feverishly in front of her in Nym's direction, emphasizing how much she was not bothered by her comment. "I didn't even think to take it that way. I knew you were being reassuring and polite." She pointed two fingers towards Nymoria- two finger guns, to be exact - and added a cheesy grin. "And I appreciate that, so don't even worry 'bout it, kay?" "Honestly though. Thank you guys for actually helping me out! If I came out here alone all by myself, I probably would have just quit. And even thought I know you both enjoyed my company, hop

Adelyte would turn to look at Nymoria, just staring at her silently, blinking with wide eyes. It was an expected response, and she wasn't wrong.. but sounded a lot more poetic. ".. that was deep, bro." Adelyte finally said with a small, breathy laugh of her own afterwards. "You're not wrong, those books would be boooring without some kind of build up. So don't mind me, I'm just complaining." With a shrug of her shoulders, she would push herself up to a standing position, before placing her hands on her hips. "I'm just impatient. Luckily I only need one more." "Well I'm glad someone is be

"I enjoy partaking in the romantic arts, from time to time." she would say to Nym, making sure to turn her body so the girl could easily read her lips. "Nice little fantasies to indulge in. Dive into the pages of the book itself and put myself in the characters' shoes." Adelyte continued to sit by the river side, looking out across the water once more.. almost longingly. "Well, I guess we are all living a bit fantasy adventure now, right?" the girl would say as she shifted her legs and hips to turn and face her two companions. "And we can fill the pages with whatever we want." Adelyte so

The fish flopped and flailed in the air by its tailfin, nearly causing Adelyte to lose her grip. "Not so fast," and into her inventory it went. Her hand wasn't dirty or slimy from holding the fish, but a part of her felt as though it should have been? Not that she ever held a fish before, but her imagination had run wild with how they felt until now. Kind of underwhelming. A quick wash of her hands in the water, and she felt good as new. "Oh yeah, that's right!" Adelyte chimed as she rose to full height before slowly moving along the shoreline, watching her step so she would not slip and fall

Lips curling into a smirk, she would bring her hands up behind her head and struck a pose. Looking in Nymoria and Wulfrin's direction with a playful wink, "Are you implying that I am quite the looker, Nym?" Her remarks entirely sarcastic and rhetorical - she knew she had the looks. Though, the potential hidden meaning behind Nymoria's silent comments passed right by her, and she simply took it as a compliment. Her crimson orbs slowly scanned the water, not only looking for any materials for foraging, but for any fish that Wulfrin could be missing. With slow movements, she would step clos

Adelyte snickered to herself as Nymoria's translation filtered into her head. Her little gremlin smirk softened to a more genuine smile as the giggles faded. "Sorry, Nym. Sometimes I just say whatever pops into my mind, don't always think before I talk." The girl walked with her fingers interlaced behind her back along the rocky shoreline, her long, azure hair swaying behind her with each step. "Usually its just jokes.. or inappropriate comments. Got me into plenty of trouble. But that's what made it fun." Turning her gaze to the gently flowing stream beside her, she would look out over it for

That was.. an interesting thought. How would their cozy little stay in Aincrad change them all once their souls were finally returned to their bodies. Would it be for the better, or for worse? She pressed the heels of her hands into her temple, before raking her fingers through the hair that framed her face. Philosophical chats, existential dread, she didn't exactly schedule those for the day. So with an exhale through her nostrils, and a returned pep to her step, she brushed it off. Both of her companions mentioned there being no real tricks to finding materials, maybe save for items th

Slipping back through the window of her room, she plopped herself down on the bed and summoned her inventory with a flick of her pointer finger. The painting of the bakery materialized into the space just before her, hanging suspended in the air for a moment before grasping it with each hand. She admired her work once more with a soft smile on her face before resting it on the bed beside her. With an energetic vault off of the bed, her feet hit the ground once more. Interlocked fingers stretched high over her head and slowly fell back to her sides. Adelyte stalled in her room for a bit, hoping

Peeking past the canvas set up before her, she looked at her subject from the small balcony provided with the premium corner room of the inn. The humble shop, nestled between two other buildings an extra story taller, a store front as welcoming as the delicious scents that waft out the open windows. One of her favorite spots to frequent, Maison du Pain, a French bakery with the best pastries she had ever tasted. Pursing her lips with a hum, she looked back and forth between the painted canvas and the bakery. Feeling satisfied with her work, a smile would stretch across her lips. With a few fin