Helena Ash
Promise me, When you see
A white rose, you'll think of me
Helena smirked at her correction. She looked at Imasu, realizing he heard her and smiled nervously. Mikko was sitting quietly on her shoulder, watching the archers also, once and a while sniffing at people that walked close by. "
Yes, much to my mother's dismay." She laughed, still remembering her mother's face when she found out her only child wanted to learn archery instead of sewing. It was very unlady like to fight, but Helena didn't care, being at the age of eight at the time.
She looked back at the field, watching another archer shoot. "
My father taught me when I was young. Finally got my mother to agree to it when I said I would take dancing lessons, which is a lot harder than climbing trees." She mutter the last part, remembering falling onto the floor many times because she tripped over something. "
Do you have any skills in weaponry?" She asked.
She turned back to him, seeing him drink the other vial. She blinked at it, then at him. "
That's blood." Mikko squeaked in her ear. She looked at her pet before back at him. "
Are you... a vampire?" She asked, hoping she was correct, because if not she would feel very foolish.
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{Location} Festival/// {Company} Imasu///