Symphony was wearing her deep blue armor with her dagger hanging at her side. Her companion, Cloak, flew above her, his feathers a shiny blackish-blue in the noon sun. She walked through the town, barely looking around her at the colorful shops and she tried to decipher the map she was holding in her hands.
That was the one thing she was bad at: directions. She could never read a map for the life of herself, never mind trying to figure out what direction she was going. She sighed heavily a