As The Day Closes Upon the Shores, a large ship flying the jolly roger
descends upon the valley, it's epic size covering the sunset from Ally's
view. A dramatic breath escapes her lips before her training can surpress
it. Emotion reigned in, she vows to discipline herself harshly before her
masters can note the faliure. But what are they doing here? In her
mind she can see the picture as one would see it on the open seas; A large
ominous castle appearing like a mirage with no warning and smoke billowing
out of the fires of not one, but two Ninja camps... the appetising chance
to pillage and commondere so much riches would be hard for any pirate
ship to pass up... but here? Now?
A smirk slides across her face, leaning out across the cliffs, hanging on to
a tree branch she may appear to those in ships bellow to be floating -albeit
closely- away from the cliffside.
"Come to this land if you will Pirates, but be warned, a great storm is coming
that no harbor will save you from, and only time will tell if you can maintain
control of your ship for the durration of your trials." As if some invisible companion
had beckoned it, Ally, clasping the hilt of her boken took flight fluidly into the
underbrush and was gone.
