wuyinflower:

+ deityselene 

      Mossy eyes lifted at the progression of the foreign woman, suspicious gaze unleaving her almost unnaturally dainty body as she moved through the gates of Wuyin, though Xialiao herself did not make any immediate move to greet her. Instead, she merely moved to stand from her crouched position as her fingers, while blackened from soil, were patted together as if to warrant her approach. On or off duty, she was still a part of the encircling settlement’s personal militia, and she would do all that she could to keep the place she now called home as safe as possible.

      Pausing at a dividing fence, Xialiao called to peculiar woman in question:

      “Forgive me for being so bold,” she began aloud in attempt to draw the goddess’ attention, “but I am not familiar with you. What is your name?”

    The endless bouts of humans that marched through the gate felt like an endless sea of war; they held their weapons at the ready with stoic expressions that seemed more grim than they did eager. A foul reminder of the grim events in this new land compared to Midgard. 

    Two’s attention was quickly pulled from the marching men in armor to a frail looking woman – or perhaps frail wasn’t the right word? Not that she was necessarily sickly or weak, but compared to the Intoner of Strength? Everyone was as fragile as a twig. So much so she made it a point not to touch anyone, and kept a considerable distance from them. 

                         "……..Two.“