Shouldn't be that much longer, she thought. The woman picked her way carefully through the brush, the foliage here not being as thick as the thickest forests, but easily presenting itself as a reasonable barrier for those not familiar with woodland areas. The soft clink of chainmail rings meshing together could be heard, if one listened distinctly for it, as her motions took her closer to her destination. The suit was slightly too large for her, as her frame was indeed small, but she made due with the protection it afforded. A metal shirt was fitted over a comfortable leather tunic, and the weight of the shirt, draped thusly, shaped the outline of her form nicely. Tanned skin and smooth, graceful curves led down to wider hips hugged by comfortable, soft leather of the same material and make of her tunic.
Because of Kaseira's height and the diminutive nature of her person, she could not be considered anything less than elven. Indeed, even now, the more prominent of her features hid in the shadowed confines of her hood, the entirety of the cloak flowing down her backside and stopping just shy of where boots met dirt. The rain beat down on that hood in an audible patter, the drops of moisture racing groundward, sometimes finding purchase within the few soft tresses of the elf's hair that escaped the respite such a cowl afforded. Almond shaped, emerald colored eyes peered outward, accentuating the delicate and naturally beautiful features of the she-elf.
It had been a fortnight since she left The High Moor, and a full moon had passed since her leaving of the High Forest on foot. She knew, according to the map she carried, that she would soon be getting close to Baldur's Gate, her first real city. Perhaps only a day's walk away now, she calculated, coming to a brief stop though the urge to continue crossed her mind. As the forest began to turn sparse and she approached what could be assumed a tree line, she spied something in the distance. Across a short ravine, and then about a ten minute walk away, there appeared to be a cottage or house of some sorts, fenced in; maybe it was the mark of a farmer, or maybe not. While it was daytime, true, the pouring rain continued to make sight far from crystal clear. Either way, may as well skirt this one. Resolute in her decision, she began to think about what she would first do upon her arrival into Baldur's Gate when...
*SNAP*
To the elven ears, the sound of a twig was loud and clear over the din of the rain's steady cadence. Immediately, recognition filled her eyes and alertness tensed her muscles, her body bursting into action as she dove into the nearest bush. The preserving instinct of the wood elves pulsed through her veins as her mind raced with the precepts of combat. For many moments, steady eyes peered out from the bush, looking for signs of danger, ready for anyt-...
...silence, except the droning pat of the rain.
Pat.
Pitterpat.
Pat-pat-pat.
...And thats when she heard them.
Because of Kaseira's height and the diminutive nature of her person, she could not be considered anything less than elven. Indeed, even now, the more prominent of her features hid in the shadowed confines of her hood, the entirety of the cloak flowing down her backside and stopping just shy of where boots met dirt. The rain beat down on that hood in an audible patter, the drops of moisture racing groundward, sometimes finding purchase within the few soft tresses of the elf's hair that escaped the respite such a cowl afforded. Almond shaped, emerald colored eyes peered outward, accentuating the delicate and naturally beautiful features of the she-elf.
It had been a fortnight since she left The High Moor, and a full moon had passed since her leaving of the High Forest on foot. She knew, according to the map she carried, that she would soon be getting close to Baldur's Gate, her first real city. Perhaps only a day's walk away now, she calculated, coming to a brief stop though the urge to continue crossed her mind. As the forest began to turn sparse and she approached what could be assumed a tree line, she spied something in the distance. Across a short ravine, and then about a ten minute walk away, there appeared to be a cottage or house of some sorts, fenced in; maybe it was the mark of a farmer, or maybe not. While it was daytime, true, the pouring rain continued to make sight far from crystal clear. Either way, may as well skirt this one. Resolute in her decision, she began to think about what she would first do upon her arrival into Baldur's Gate when...
*SNAP*
To the elven ears, the sound of a twig was loud and clear over the din of the rain's steady cadence. Immediately, recognition filled her eyes and alertness tensed her muscles, her body bursting into action as she dove into the nearest bush. The preserving instinct of the wood elves pulsed through her veins as her mind raced with the precepts of combat. For many moments, steady eyes peered out from the bush, looking for signs of danger, ready for anyt-...
...silence, except the droning pat of the rain.
Pat.
Pitterpat.
Pat-pat-pat.
...And thats when she heard them.
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