Moving easily through the town the teen seemed to be lost in the book she was reading. Bare fingers clutched the hard cover firmly but gently as she did not want to damage it in any way. Twilight town had a plethora of books she hadn't seen and hundreds more she had. Vesta liked to be informed and reading was the best way to do it. Every bit of information she could gather could mean life or death one day and as she was fond of living it was a good thing. Heels clicking lightly on the stone streets the red head made her way slowly to where the darkness was gathered. She could sense her fellows up ahead and she was probably annoying their leader by being late but he would thank her...someday. Sometimes her knowledge was a blessing and according to some, an annoyance. Oh well c'est la vie. Hoping over a small obstacle in her way not once did the dark eye look up to judge her path. She knew where she was going and she knew what lie in her way. Silently she wondered if the others were alright. Their leader got a tad impatient sometimes and Vesta knew she was probably already going to get an earful for not being there the moment he thought she should have been.
As she stepped into the next area Vesta stopped as a body came flying by. Looking up form her book she noticed a blond haired teen unconscious on the ground just past her right. Apparently someone had been playing Struggle again. Sighing lightly she closed her book as she turned to face the pair of conscious men.
"I am a little late and look what happens. You two are just beating up on the locals. So nice of you two." Vesta said letting one hand fall to her him in a non angry manner. A small smile crossed the redhead's face as she looked at the two. One was a tall man with hair as vibrant as her own. A tattoo curled around one cheek and though she doubted he knew it, the mark was a popular topic amongst some of the local girls. Vesta was certain his fanclub talked about it often. The only thing about the man that truly bothered her was how ridiculously tall he was. What was he trying to make her feel like a two year old? The teen did her best not to tilt her head back when talking to her fellow firetop. Instead she often looked straight ahead even if it was at his chest or just made a point to stand on something higher then him. Eye contact, call her crazy but she preferred it.
Stepping lightly over the prone form on the ground Vesta turned to look at the tan man who was there leader. Barely a year older then her, Yang had a talent for making her wonder if that was really true. Sometimes the moods he got in when people were late or things went wrong reminded her of someone younger then herself but that didn't mean he didn't belong as their leader. She just took him with a grain or six of salt and press on. The man was still mostly an enigma to her and she knew better then to make assumptions about people.
"So are we torturing locals today or do we get to do something else?" Vesta asked as she shifted lightly tucking the book into a pocket for safe keeping. Hopefully she'd get to finish it later but something told her it was time for focus. There must be a reason for this as neither of the two were ones to really goof off.
As Seifer was close to making body contact with the scrawny warrior Vertex, he was suddenly sideswiped by a force he hadn't imagined. As the force from the unknown being came in closer to his jaw Seifer subconsciously knew he couldn't react in time but before his conscious mind could figure it out his body was sent fly, Seifer himself was knocked unconscious. Though the Struggle champ was catching zs in a forceful way, he had a smile on his face as if he had beaten a rookie by default. 
