The Cerulean Brigade, Ch. 1

[Mesden]

Escorted by another of the royal staff, Tayuumi entered her way into the hall. Her demeanor itself made her somewhat noticeable. Neck to toe in coal black armor, clanking softly, but irregularly when she moved, and to the immediate contrast came her hair, nothing short of strands of silken gold falling about her shoulders and down to her upper back.

But little did these two immediate features compare the the sizeable claymore she toggled around with one hand, surely as long as she was tall and yet deathly fast in her nonchalant motion, leaving nearly invisible black ripples through the air with every wave.

"Ahhh, nice place." She said, looking about the area with a certain keen interest, her eyes, if one cared to look, showing a faint swirling green, that is, until she dropped her head to look at the present company, quickly changing that green hue into a spattered red amongst dominant yellow; Bright Orange.

...The King is out of his mind.

The first thoughts that struck her atleast. But she opted not to upset the chosen, most likely considering who she was, warriors of the King.

Then, the thought of the fact that she was in the ruler of the land's grand castle popped into her mind. With a light, almost effortless, toss she landed the sword neatly against the wall.

The armor screeched as she stretched her arms and clenched her fists, twisting itself, contorting into various odd shapes, flowing, breaking, mixing, swirling, stretching, vanishing and appearing. So many motions and all leading until the formerly imposing armor ended as a long, ebon evening gown.

"There we are."