[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

As Lyander finishes off their final foe, Sunny takes a moment to clasp her hands together and close her eyes. Her smile drops for a bit, face filled with a solemness that doesn't seem to fit her. She holds that cold expression for but a moment. Then, her eyes spring open, and a small smile blooms on her face again as she approaches the new group, full of interesting characters indeed.



"It is most pleasing to make your acquaintance. My name is Sunny." She offers a peppy wave, snapping her tome shut and stuffing it haphazardly back into her bag. "If you'll excuse me for a moment as well, I'd like to attend to something." And with that, Sunny fades back, hoping to let her companions deal with these newcomers for the moment. She'd love to get to know them, but she likes to think that goodbyes should be said first.

"Unfortunate, truly." Sunny said, drifting to Mazelina's side, hands clasped. "I shall say a prayer for him. Do you know any good funeral rights?"