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Xiomara Vitellus

AC: 18 | HP: 52/52 | TEMP HP: 0 | Move: 30'

Init: +6 | SAVES: Fortitude: +8, Reflex: +4, Will: +5

Passive: Perception: 15

It's later in the afternoon when Xiomara arrives at the military compound's gate. She rides atop Boss: a dapple gray Percheron standing at 17 hands high. Xiomara almost seems dwarfed by him, being only 5'5", but her demeanor is confident and relaxed. Breastplate barding partially covers Boss, making his already powerful appearance more impressive. However, the colorful ribbons, bows, and braids that decorate his mane and tail stand in stark contrast to his otherwise intimidating presence.

Xiomara didn't enjoy the attention received from those on the street as the pair trotted alongside Moxi's van. The trip to the Jymani caravan with Zaer had been pleasant. It'd been a long time since Xiomara had the opportunity to just chat with someone. Friends were things that she left back in Calmere. Zaer's gentle manner and humor felt natural, and Xi let herself just enjoy the conversation.

Little did she expect, though, that Boss would be so good with the children that swarmed him when they reached the caravan. She was nervous at first - he is testy with her at times - but he almost immediately lowered his head and allowed the children to pet him. Eventually he was laying on the ground, children crawling all over him, being decorated with braids, bows, and ribbons. Figures. He threw her once because she forgot to brush him the night before. He does like being pampered. The pep in his step right now proves as much.

When the gate comes into sight, Xiomara notices Rackham speaking to someone in a black cloak who disappears into the shadows before the Drujba reach him. Xiomara dismounts smoothly and takes Boss's reins. He nudges her insistently and leans his head down. One of the bows had slipped off, loosening a braid and the ribbon wound within it. She rolls her eyes and fixes it as best she can. She's no Jymani, though, and the part of the braid she fixed is obviously less artfully done. Boss snorts, but bobs his head and looks to Rackham.

"No problems," she replies to his question.

As they walk through the complex, Xiomara can't help but be impressed. The discipline, the activity, the technology. She finds herself staring at the steam mechas and airships. She wasn't as talented at this stuff as her father was, but she can appreciate quality workmanship. If only the fool had realized the opportunity that was in front of him, instead of destroying their lives with his "principles". Xiomara is already admiring the SS Kessel when Rackham introduces it. She breathes in the familiar scent of metalwork. It brings back memories of better times. She stands in quiet awe, watching the bustle of preparation.

"A fine ship," she says sincerely, her awe and appreciation obvious. "You must be proud to serve aboard it."

Xiomara Vitellus

AC: 18 | HP: 52/52 | TEMP HP: 0 | Move: 30'

Init: +6 | SAVES: Fortitude: +8, Reflex: +4, Will: +5

Passive: Perception: 15

It's later in the afternoon when Xiomara arrives at the military compound's gate. She rides atop Boss: a dapple gray Percheron standing at 17 hands high. Xiomara is dwarfed by him, being only 5'5", but her demeanor is confident and relaxed. Breastplate barding partially covers Boss, making his already powerful appearance more impressive. However, the colorful ribbons, bows, and braids that decorate his mane and tail stand in stark contrast to his otherwise intimidating presence.

Xiomara didn't enjoy the attention received from those on the street as the pair trotted alongside Moxi's van. The trip to the Jymani caravan with Zaer had been pleasant. It'd been a long time since Xiomara had the opportunity to just chat with someone. Friends were things that she left back in Calmere. Zaer's gentle manner and humor felt natural, and Xi let herself just enjoy the conversation.

Little did she expect, though, that Boss would be so good with the children that swarmed him when they reached the caravan. She was nervous at first - he is testy with her at times - but he almost immediately lowered his head and allowed the children to pet him. Eventually he was laying on the ground, children crawling all over him, being decorated with braids, bows, and ribbons. Figures. He threw her once because she forgot to brush him the night before. He does like being pampered. The pep in his step right now proves as much.

When the gate comes into sight, Xiomara notices Rackham speaking to someone in a black cloak who disappears into the shadows before the Drujba reach him. Xiomara dismounts smoothly and takes Boss's reins. He nudges her insistently and leans his head down. One of the bows had slipped off, loosening a braid and the ribbon wound within it. She rolls her eyes and fixes it as best she can. She's no Jymani, though, and the part of the braid she fixed is obviously less artfully done. Boss snorts, but bobs his head and looks to Rackham.

"No problems," she replies to his question.

As they walk through the complex, Xiomara can't help but be impressed. The discipline, the activity, the technology. She finds herself staring at the steam mechas and airships. She wasn't as talented at this stuff as her father was, but she can appreciate quality workmanship. If only the fool had realized the opportunity that was in front of him, instead of destroying their lives with his "principles". Xiomara is already admiring the SS Kessel when Rackham introduces it. She breathes in the familiar scent of metalwork. It brings back memories of better times. She stands in quiet awe, watching the bustle of preparation.

"A fine ship," she says sincerely, her awe and appreciation obvious. "You must be proud to serve aboard it."