- Invitation Status
- Look for groups
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- Online Availability
- Irregular
- Writing Levels
- Beginner
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Agender
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Primarily Nonbinary
- Genres
- Fantasy (Both medieval and modern!)
Scifi (Should NOT be mixed with fantasy!)
Action-Adventure (Oh, how I adore adventure and cool combat stuff, epic scenes, love it!)
Mallory smiled at 'Ceridwyn'. "That's a beautiful name,'' she simply commented. At this point, she had no trust in any of these people, but a slight boost of trust in Shara for freeing her. "I'd be happy to try, but I should warn you that not everyone possesses healing or nature magic, as I'm sure you know, because you've already shown some magic of your own. I, for example, could do what you did.''
She averted her eyes. "Though... I'd rather wait to be taught by my own party, no matter how enticing the offer is. And I thank you for it, but ... Well, I have a standing appointment with someone else.'' She gave Shara a sad smile. At this point, her only goal after making sure everyone was alright was getting back to her party. But that was going to be difficult. Unlike other adventures, many of them, Mallory wasn't melee or even ranged or any sort of combat. She was a support, and she could not support herself. She needed a party, and Mallory knew it.
Regardless, she still turned her attention back to the little girl. "May I touch you? I mean no harm, I just want to make sure you're alright and give you any healing you need,'' Mallory explained. She uncomfortably adjusted the hood of her cloak to make sure it would stay and cover her face as much as possible; just how she liked it, especially around strangers. Her hood - or cloak - almost never came off, not until she felt fully safe. And she didn't, not right now; she'd just met these people. Her own party was really the only ones to have seen her without hood and without cloak, as well. She just... simply didn't feel at ease or at home here. Not like with her own party. But even her own party didn't use her real name anymore; this was her name; she was Mallory.
She averted her eyes. "Though... I'd rather wait to be taught by my own party, no matter how enticing the offer is. And I thank you for it, but ... Well, I have a standing appointment with someone else.'' She gave Shara a sad smile. At this point, her only goal after making sure everyone was alright was getting back to her party. But that was going to be difficult. Unlike other adventures, many of them, Mallory wasn't melee or even ranged or any sort of combat. She was a support, and she could not support herself. She needed a party, and Mallory knew it.
Regardless, she still turned her attention back to the little girl. "May I touch you? I mean no harm, I just want to make sure you're alright and give you any healing you need,'' Mallory explained. She uncomfortably adjusted the hood of her cloak to make sure it would stay and cover her face as much as possible; just how she liked it, especially around strangers. Her hood - or cloak - almost never came off, not until she felt fully safe. And she didn't, not right now; she'd just met these people. Her own party was really the only ones to have seen her without hood and without cloak, as well. She just... simply didn't feel at ease or at home here. Not like with her own party. But even her own party didn't use her real name anymore; this was her name; she was Mallory.
