Guinevere
Age: 15>Crush: N/A>Sexuality: Bisexual>Power: Resurgence>Mood: Determined and Angry>Tagged: Everyone
Age: 15>Crush: N/A>Sexuality: Bisexual>Power: Resurgence>Mood: Determined and Angry>Tagged: Everyone
I nod, "Just a bit, I grew up like this, so I'm more or less ok, but I think we should warm everyone up though. It's pretty cold and people can catch their deaths in this weather, or get sick. If that happens we'll be lacking in our battle power, a sick warrior is a dead one." I say to Timpani. Looking around briefly, I gesture the fireplace behind the female advising her to light it, or to get towels and such for everyone.
I look around the room at all the cold shivering people with a solemn frown. Alistair needed to pay, and he needed to pay now, his rein of terror has gone on for long enough. Normally, being a lover of all creatures and things, anger was hard for me to come across, but right now that was no longer the case. Anger bubbled and boiled in my stomach, more and more with each passing moment. I hate that he took away my beautiful home. My first real home. We will win this war.