Barbara
𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 .
 × 𝑛𝑜𝑛-𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦
 × 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑇𝑢𝑛𝑢𝑎𝑢𝑟, 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑜𝑚 𝑜𝑓 𝑂𝑚𝑏𝑢


*Sunlight lingers a little softer and a little longer in the wood elf forest. Somewhere within, Eyalis stretches out her shoulders, relieving the persistent cramp that settled between her shoulder blades, feeling the ground beneath her breathe as she treads slowly through the grass. The wind sings and the light filters so gently through the leaves, dancing and golden when the breeze harmonises with the trees and the forest becomes a pinhole camera, through which the light is a marionette, airy violin strings pulling taught what gives life to this place. Waiting, alone, she wonders when she'll find something, hopefully not the creatures she was looking for.*

*Hours before, she had received a scroll from the city infirmary, apologetically asking that she be required to gather some feathers from a wild pack of Furrows; furry bird-like creatures that time and time again attacked grown fruit and vegetables from the city gardens, whilst also collecting the rapidly dwindling supply of uncommon herbs that the master healers needed for their spells. Though tempted to decline, there were a plethora of other things she had to do today, Eyalis was indebted to the same people who accepted her into their community — though, it hadn't taken much for that to happen — and was genuinely happy to help in their times of need.*
Mary
🎉 **| lee — 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐚** Leveled up!
Barbara
*Looking around briefly, deciding that it was best to start looking for her two objectives promptly, Eyalis spots the river that she'd found the previous night and splashed her face a few times, taking a moment to absorb her blurry reflection in the water. Did she look more tired today than yesterday? Possibly. Afternoonly activities of practicing using her longsword, meeting with elders from neighbouring cities; sometimes for blessings, other times to discuss political matters that probably shouldn't bother her, kept her awake till morn. She sighs, noticing a few green lichen to her left and plucking a few from its rocky domain.*

*Her ears suddenly twitch as she hears rustling from shrubs a few metres from where she crouched.  Curiosity piques at her chest, and she slowly rises to her feet before focusing the magic that coursed throughout her body into her hand, a wooden spear materialising into her hand which she gripped solidly.*

``` *Mana: 105/120 ```

*Eyalis frowned as she edged closer to the now silent shrub, wonders why it seemed almost too easy to find the pack of Furrows. They were usually deathly silent until spooked, not easy to find but easy to kill. If she could hear them . . . Well, it simply wasn't a Furrow.* ***" Is someone there? If so, you should probably come out now. These forests are safe for a stranger alone. And if you're not a stranger and a child, I'm kicking your ass for putting yourself into danger. "*** *She mused tersely, before seeing the exact pack of Furrows she was looking for dark away deeper into the forest. Great, she thought, annoyed, even more work for her to do.*
Michele
*( ITS OKAY TAKE UR TIME :D )*
Ken
*As the smell of the forest permeated through the air, a small rustling began to echo through the trees where shade had been. The sun had risen high, as it did every day at this hour, permeating through the gaps between the leaves to reach the floor and warm it slightly. At this specific time of day, the majority of the woodlands here became much brighter, and the few spots of darkness were taken up by nocturnal creatures which rested now with their pups and such. This warming light fell upon something more than just the forest critters and the mushy leaves on the ground as well, though, pure wax-like skin shining brightly. The girl, who had spent quite a long time wandering these woods, mostly just trying to find stuff which she could sell to make a scrap of money, but also hunting a few common animals, which had spilled most of her meal when she had thrown a claymore at them. Obviously a rabbit isn't going to stay very intact when it's had a blade wider than it fly through its spine.*

*Fluttering slightly, M'ralind's eyelids slowly slid open, the bright sun making her squint as she begrudgingly started to lift herself, not noticing the slightly numbness that had begun to experience on the back of her hand, which she used to cover her eyes. A few leaves clung to her silver hair, as well as her clothing, a white shirt with a grey jacket worn over it as well as a black skirt. Oh boy, she'd really gotten herself distracted this time. Even though she was a vampire, sometimes her mind would just start to go blurry and she'd lie down and clear herself for a few hours. However, the blurriness seemed to still be present, her skin becoming slightly itchy as she looked at her surroundings.* "Ugh, great. Managed to meditate so hard that I've forgotten where I am. Argh, brain! Brain a little!" *Knocking on her own head, her blurry mind quickly worsened into dizziness, feeling herself lose balance as she stood.*

*It was only now that she realised it was midday, and the sun was directly shining on her, the itchy feeling turning to a slight burning as she began to hurriedly run around, panicking from the lack of shade that was around. It didn't take long for her to start yelling in pain, panting heavily as her movements slowed.* "H-help! Someone, please! I need help!" *Unsightly was the only thing she could think of herself as right now, despite being so short that one could easily assume her to be a simple macen child. Her pain was steadily getting greater as she broke through some bushes, trying to find darkness. She hadn't an umbrella, having lost her last in a fight with a bugbear, and hadn't encountered a village since. Her yells soon became screams, the girl collapsing on the ground and trying to cover herself with her shirt, but her hands and legs continued to burn in the sunlight.*
Michele
*( omg is she dying? 💀 )*
*( you're a great writer btw i love it )*

*( can sunlight pierce through a project ward?  )*

*( type of magic shield )*

*( gonna have to carry her to shade :D )*
Ken
Mine is M: for example
Barbara
*Just when Eyalis prepares to turn and run towards where she presumes the Furrows have sped of to, there's that same persistent rustle, though louder this time; before a girl two feet below her own stature bursts out of the shrubbery, yelling words that seem to curdle at the back of her throat. Eyalis stumbles — actually stumbles — back at the girl's mysterious arrival, noting that her skin appeared reddened with sun damage, but regains her composure due to her fast reaction. Though before she can even say a word, the girl continues her course deeper into the forest — clearly luck wasn't on Eyalis' side, since she runs in the complete opposite direction that the Furrows had gone in.*

*Dumbfounded, she stands in sustained silence, half wondering how the hell she got herself into this kind of situation, since not many dwarves — since the girl must have been either a dwarf or just a very short child — found themselves within the depths of Ombu, especially during the day. The continued drawn out screams of pain and discomfort tears through her thoughts, forcing her to come to terms with the crossroads she's faced with now. Yes, she could always ignore the girl — those Furrows weren't going to catch themselves, and yet, she had a duty to protect others. It's probably better to chase after the girl. Eyalis moves with agility and grace as she runs through the looming trees and patchy shrubbery, her auburn hair whipping across her face as the wind tears through it. Being of Fae nature, she was naturally fast, and yet the girl was agile for her small mass. To her benefit, however, she slowly comes to a stop and throws herself onto the grass; rather foolishly, since they're both in an open clearing, where the sun casts its searing rays upon the duo. The girl's whimpers unhook some sort of empathy in Eyalis, and she quickly moves towards the girl, hoisting her up in her arms as if carrying a child and moving her beneath a large leafed tree, where the shade was strongest.*

*She rises promptly, casting a brief look over the small girl, before raising both her palms out to cast a healing spell; one she had been taught at the infirmary. Thank the heavens it was a fae speciality to cast healing spells, and the surface wounds weren't as severe, literally the first thing she had learnt even. But first The mundane feelings of the forest slowly began to quell the agitation in her mind, thus she could focus on the action at hand. Her eyes and hands glow a florescent blue as magic energy pumps into her palms, before a small ball of blue healing energy shoots out towards the girl.*

``` Fae's blessing used • 15 Mana consumed | Mana: 90/120 ```

*If the spell worked as she wanted it to, the girl's body beginning with her hands, then legs, arms and face would slowly lessen in their burning, and the skin would lessen in redness. Unfortunately, her spells didn't go as far enough to prevent or reverse the tanning of those affected areas, but the redness and burning would indeed go away.*

***" How're you feeling? "*** *Eyalis asks, frowning.*
Michele
*( tis a great show )*
Ken
The girl's yells slowly reduced to heavy panting, her chest expanding and constricting each second while she still felt the neural shock from the pain of her fizzing skin. It had struck through to her mind even as she gazed at her hands, trembling eloquently more from fear than actual pain by now as the pale blue light shimmered over the her legs and the back of her hands. One of those very hands, though, also bore a strange scar to it, a marking that was undoubtedly a symbol of something either religious, or cultist. A mark which M'ralind clearly found shame in, as she swiftly covered it with her other. Her breathing stabilised, and her eyes gently gazed upon Eyalis, watery of course, after the pain that she'd just felt, and the irises a crimson which could only be likened to that of blood.*

"Who are you?" *Although she clearly was still shaken, her lips trembling as evidence of this, her first words were not ones of appreciation, nor thanking Eyalis, not even answering her question. It wasn't that she meant to be rude, by god she never meant it, but quite obviously she had never been taught manners. The only observation one could make that displayed her gratitude was her body, which even now was still in a submissive position, be it only unconscious. To a hunter though, this would be easy to spot. "A-ah, I'm sorry, I should answer you first... *But what did she ask?*" *Turning her head to the side as she mumbled the second half of her sentence, she wracked her brain, trying to make sense of her recent memories.* "I'm feeling a lot... Better. It doesn't burn anymore."

*To pair along with the deep red of the girl's eyes and the mark on the back of the hand, her mouth opening as she spoke revealed also a pair of sharp fangs, both quite short for vampire standards, but very clearly longer than any normal mortal canine, let alone those of a square toothed dwarf like herself. It was, although, very strange that then her arm rose and her hand touched the face of the Silnari, tracing the cheekbones before rapidly retracting back and covering her mouth this time as she looked away. She sat herself up, eyes glued to the floor in an awkward moment that she couldn't draw herself away from.* "Thank you..."
Michele
*( AH THE WAY YOU WRITE ... Orgasmic 😭 )*

*( IMMA REPLY TOMORROOOWW, I GOTTA SLEEP  )*