Melissa
How many years had it been since she left home? By this point, Aylissa was starting to lose track of the time that she spent away from her mother. She wondered if her mother would even think about taking her back, let alone forgiving her for what she did. 
*No, she likely wouldn't. Especially now that I've chosen this path for good.*
She said within her mind, though she hoped perhaps one day they could still be mother and daughter as normal... Looking past the druidic oaths. She couldn't dwell on such topics for too long, it soured moods and made it harder to focus on her surroundings. Taking a deep breath of the woodland air, she pressed on through the forests in search of something to take down for food. Though most animals approached her if desired, she knew that she had to occasionally hunt some down here and there to sustain herself. Foraging on berries and edible plants alone wouldn't suffice, not for someone like her at least. Clambering onto a tree, Aylissa seated herself on a sturdy enough branch for the time being to simply *Listen* To the forest.


Much like any living creature, this forest was an entity in itself. Living, breathing, responding to stimuli, she had to treat it right. If she did so, it would treat her in kind. Placing a hand on the trunk of the tree to steady herself, she unslung her bow and remained still as her eyes looked around the shrubbery for any signs of motion... The only noises she could hear being the chirping of birds and the occasional rustle of leaves from either wind or small game. She sighs, letting out a long-held breath before readying her bow towards the sound of movement that began to pick up in the bushes ahead. Taking some time to line up the shot and make sure it wasn't someone wandering about, a pair of antlers poked up to reveal a deer that was in search of food itself. Unfortunately, this would become the target of the druid.
*"You die to honor the Great White Stag, noble beast."*

She murmured quietly to herself, before the arrow was let loose with a whistle piercing the air as the arrow sunk itself in the heart of the deer, a dull thud signaling its imminent demise. Hopping down from her perch, she began to approach it cautiously while withdrawing her dagger. She didn't want it to suffer, and was anticipating having to grant it mercy.


Reaching the position of the fallen deer, she took notice that she wasn't too far away from what appeared to be a burned out house... Ravaged by time and nature to the point that it would take significant repairs to make it a liveable establishment. Perhaps the deer was typically fed around here? Nevertheless, she reached the fallen deer and crouched low, bringing her blade to bear before swiftly ending the deer's life and starting the work of dressing her quarry. Though the smell of it would surely carry in this wind, and she wasn't quite hidden either... Just on the forest's edge from the fallen homestead. This left her quite visible as she focused on the deer for the time being. Though her ears were sharp, she would most likely hear if someone called to her or approached her without trying to sneak about.
Quincy
*Nearby, on the outskirts of the burnt village, Richard sat in silence, sharpening his blade. This sword in his hand was a peculiar blade, formed as though shaped by water and re-solidfied, the name Heartford engraved in the blade. His mind was heavy by recent events. His pet wolf walked up, and put his head on Richard's knee. Richard scratched behind the wolf's ear absentmindedly. Richard's mind was deep in thought. In the past few weeks his past had resurfaced in his life for the first time in years, now he knew both who had burned his hometown, and had the chance to gain vengeance. It would be the last survivor of Heartford to deliver justice, although not in the way he expected, and the blade in his hand was crafted of the scrap metal collected from the burned out of the burned out town around him. His hometown.*

*At the cry of a dying dear he snapped up, looking around. Near his father's old shop was an Eladrin, approaching a fallen deer. Quickly realizing she wasn't a threat, at least not initially, he watched for a few moments, before approaching. Not attempting to be stealthy, he walks up, pulling his hood over his head before she can notice his ears.*

"It's not often people wander here. Greetings." *He said in a cordial tone. He had been ambushed recently, and couldn't be to cautious right?*
Melissa
A few cuts of meat had been carved from the deer by the time the man had begun to walk to her location, her eyes darting up and narrowing to home in on the source of the noise before calming when he spoke up and offered greetings. He seemed to be a woodsman himself, from what Aylissa had taken in from his apparel. Though to what extent she wasn't too sure of. Taking a quick moment to wrap the cuts up in cloth as well as the hide, she stood up to wipe her hands clean before offering the hand to shake with.
"I could ask what brought you here as well... But I assume it would be the same reason as mine no?"
She said, presuming him to be out hunting as well. Should he refuse the handshake, she would appear unfazed by it. The truth of the matter was unknown to her, and Aylissa was wanting to get some information on the area if this man was a native. Accompanying him was a wolf, quite the noble companion to have at one's side... And he was quite the healthy canine from what she saw. Someone who was very well taken care of, and she admittedly wanted to introduce herself to and make friends with him as well. Judging from the casual tone that Richard spoke to her with, she didn't think he was here to harm her. A part of her naive nature shining through where that was really all it took to appear harmless for the moment. 


"You look like you've seen your way around these woods... Would you be so kind as to share some of the knowledge of this place with me?"

The Eladrin asked with a bit of a smile on her face, wanting to learn a bit of the local lore so she could be better prepared and intimate with the land and customs. All she really knew were the wilds and Thyseer, this was her first big venture from her homeland. Needless to say, she was a bit excited! She could see the world, and witness the beauty held throughout for herself instead of the tales told to her by her mother. Every so often though she would take a peek at the wolf to see what it was doing, even trying to hold her hand out for it to come towards so she could attempt to pet it. Given her predisposition towards nature, she hoped that it would feel open to her, but seeing as it was owned by this man it could very well ignore her. Either way, she returned her gaze back to the man before realizing something that made her eyes widen and a bit of a bashful look form on her face.

"Ah! My sincerest apologies ser, I forgot to properly introduce myself! My name is Aylissa Windsong, I'm from Thyseer... Though you might already know that. The hair gives it away, yeah?"
She said, chuckling slightly to herself as she made a show of it by running a few fingers through the leafy hair, fixing it up once she was finished with the demonstration. She may be more accustomed to the wilds, but she did learn her manners well from her mother. That sort of thing was drilled into her mind at a young age, and the last thing she wanted was to leave a bad impression on someone. Though she could try to make friends, she didn't try to make any real attempts to do so. To her, this was a calm conversation between two strangers. Due in part to her own personal fears of making friends, and losing them subsequently. She didn't ask for his name just yet, figuring he might tell her it now that she disclosed her own. Aylissa didn't want to overwhelm the man with her questioning just yet!