Calm before the storm (3)

It was truly the quiet before the storm and only the lone and solemn figure of a young lady who once more stood atop the walls showed any contrast. She shivered although a warm breeze blew her dress and lifted the hem up slightly. Only she was not in a joyous mood and if anyone could see her grim expression, they too might feel some caution. Her hand once more cradled something hidden within her dress.

"She is up here again, that angelic young lady."

"Mmm.. she has stood up here on the wall almost every day, what exactly is she hoping to see? Someone like her should be far away from the battlefield. She seems more suited to a ball than this godforsaken place."