Tristana Tiana Taramont

"thanks for coming" A sweet cheery voice called to you

You turned to find Tristana Tiana Taramont waving at you, a bounce in her step and carrying a book.

you hugged her, her ample bosom pressing into you. your head was pushed into her shoulder length brown hair, smelling the sunflowers that seemed to come out of her hairs.

she was a little taller then you, so you had to reach a little to hug her soft frame.

"how could i miss it" you said to her

As you let go of her, you brought your hands into her smooth hands grasping them. with her in tow, you began to walk side by side down the warmly lit Gothic hallways to the church office. you followed the entourage of the female disciples and the presiding nun.

"I suppose your family would be happy now, wouldn't they"

"yeah" she looked distantly towards the horizon" they probably would be happy"

From what you remembered, Tristana was the daughter of a fallen noble house. The noble house of Taramont was not a disgraced family rather, they were ousted by many of the other nobles within kingdom after the **** of her father. Sir Taramont, Sir Taramont had at one point saved the King granting him a title and some land. However, her father had mysteriously died one day and her mother finding this had pushed her into the arms of the clergy, rescinding all vows of inheritance that she was capable of having. Although unofficially it didn't mean much, it was a symbolic and the gesture protected her nonetheless.

"so" you asked "what will you pick?"

"well what did you pick?" she replied softly, you kept your gaze on her emerald eyes briefly, spotting a shy attempt to follow along whatever path you would choose.

You thought to yourself taking time to recall your previous decisions