Lisana enters the Temple, curious...

She looks about her, as if waiting for someone else to be here. She didnt want to be in a temple on her own, it scared her. She knew where she was, roughly, yet she could still technically be described as 'lost', as she wasnt supposed to be here, and hadnt meant to turn up here.

As for what she looked like, well, it was nothing spectacular. She was only just over a metre in height, though she wasnt a little kid, she was 19. Her green robes revealed nothing about her, save her eyes and her sword. Her eyes, they were gloeing, covered in green fire save the pupil, dancing in an unseen wind. They shone out from beneath the shadows of her hood, and often attracted some odd looks. Her sword, saenia as she had lovingly names her, was also glowing faintly with her own light, the silver blade casting a faint shine around her. The dim light of the temple caused the crystal sheath and hilt to sparkle, as Lisana moved towards the centre feature of the temple.

{ooc:. The description that is linked in my signature calls her 'Emerald' as that is what I normally dcall her. If you care to look, please ignore that.}

{ooc:. Oh yeah, and all welcome. Just thought I'd say that, but please be semi literate.}

*Angesa peeks into the temple, she saw Lisana, "hello.."*

Lisana jumped, and whirled to face Angesa. "H-Hello." she stutters, shocked that someone would be so outright. Lisana always thought of herself as a strong character, not one to stutter atall. This was embarassing.

As she faced Angesa, she took in her appearance with a swift glance. Though she saw no move of hostility on her part, she knew better than most that looks could be decieving, as she moved her left hand to the hilt of her sword, saenia. Just in case, she moved her right hand to the edge of one of her pair of small, sharp throwing daggers, that were blessed to return to her when thworn. "Who are you, and why are you here?" She asked, not a hint of a stutter laft in her voice.

*"I am Angesa, i'm a white magic witch, and i was just looking inside." Angesa smiled*

Lisana, though not returning the smile, does loosen her grip on the hilt of saenia slightly, and relaxes. White witches, though she didnt like most witches, were generally better than a host of other things she had thought she may have met here. "It seems we were both doing just that... I'm Lisana, a fire magess, with a mastery in shielding." she stated herself formally, and politely, to the woman, not yet knowing wether she would be a friend or foe in the near future. Well, Angesa would most likely be fighting for good, but Lisana didnt know yet what side she would fight for, when the time came. But then, she may not be alive then. Sure, she was supposed to live for several thousand years, but Death seemed to have a thing for her, Lisana being barely alive now, and very lucky to have lived for the aquiring of the title 'Magess' by the high court. Extremely lucky.

*Angesa smiled agian and then looked around the odd little temple. she noticedd a coin on a table nearby which she had seen amny other times "not again!" she rolled her eyes and ran out of the temple*

Lisana glances to the woman, then to the coin, then to where the woman had stood. She slowly unfurls herself from her crouched position and edges towards the coin. From a close enough place, she crouched down to examine the coin without touching it in silence, wondering what had driven a white witch away. Seeing nothing special about the coin, she looks to the exit of the temple, almost as if expecting the woman to return.

*she sat on a rock outside the temple "no,no,no,no,no!"*

Lisana, knowing the woman was outside, yet not bothering to check how she was, rose and scanned the room with her eyes, seemingly taking in everything at a glance. Drawn to a certain object, in one corner, she makes her way over, focusing her total gaze on the small figuring of a being. What the being was, she couldnt tell. As she reached the object, she reached out a hand to touch the cold, hard bronze material that it was made of. The black, claw-like nails on the end of her pale fingers, now on show, connected with the figure with a small 'clink' noise, and Lisana seems entranced by this one artifact, out of thousands.

*she decided to get up and go back into the temple.*

Lisana, off in her own little world, of admiration of the small figurine, doesent even realise as the woman re-enters. Eventally, she lurches herself out of her dream-world, and looks up to Angesa, puzzled as she doesnet remember her coming back. "Your back..." She says faintly, almost a whisper, as she wonders what just happened. She creases her brow in concerntration, as she tries to voice her question. "When... did you get back?"

*"about 5 minutes ago..." she steps toward lisana, breathing heavily *

Lisana sqiunts, the fire being reduced to a slit of green, as she tries to figure why she didnt realise; she was the most observant, suspicious person she knew. She glanced to the figurine, wondering what had entranced her so about the little thing. Seeing nothing special, she turned back to Angesa, her eyes widening to their usual round self, boring into Angesa, looking for that sign of a lie. "Whats... that statue, there?" she waved her hand vaguely in the direction of the little thing, not wanting to look at it again...