Crisp autumn air, and a cool chilling breeze. These were the greeting sights that clear fall morning that greeted her as she wandered the village. Her steps were soft and calm, bright blue eyes taking in the sights around her as her elbow length brown hair flowed behind her in the chilly breeze. All in all, it seemed like a peaceful enough day.<br/><br/>â€œRea! Rea! Where are you!?â€ A woman in her late forties could be seen in a vibrant orange dress, standing near a stall at the center of the city, various tables were around it, as well as a canopy draped clearing for dancing. She looked impatient, and scanned the crowd of people that moved around her.<br/><br/>A young woman of seventeen could be seen rushing towards the stage. For a young woman, she was dressed rather strangely. She was dressed in a white blouse that fell from her shoulders, a tight brown leather vest clung to her slender frame, a pair of black pants clung slightly to the slight curvature of her body. The pants were tucked into a pair of dark leather boots that rose to her knees. At her waist was a dark leather belt, a few pouches littered around it.<br/><br/>â€œRei, I told you to wear your dress.â€ Her mother said, looking annoyed with her daughterâ€™s manner of dress, though she soon let out a deep sigh, â€œThough, it is probably wise you didnâ€™t, I need you to gather some of the herbs I use for cooking from the forest, the harvest festival is only a few hours away." The older woman noted with a smile. At least with her daughter<br/><br/>â€œOf course mother.â€ She said as she smiled softly. At least her mother wasnâ€™t going to scold her about the dress any further and she soon made her way to the forest, a small basket held in her arms as she entered into the dense forest, her forest green eyes on the lush orange and red canopy overhead blocking out the sun in some areas. Finding the herbs was easy, and she was soon on her way back to the village, a small smile on her lips as she moved to the center of the bustling town where many different families were cooking different foods from their farms.<br/><br/>"Good, now hurry home and change, there's an outfit your father wants you wearing." Her mother said, sighing a bit. Though that sigh was soon followed by muttering, some of which was incoherent, though Rea could pick out 'doesn't know how to pick clothing for a daughter.' The young woman didn't linger and longer as she hurried to her home, dashing into the farm and up a set of stairs. The wood in that house was old, the sizable farm built up over the generations. The soil in the area was highly fertile, and the farms around the village did well. There was a mass of white and brown on her bed, along with an assortment of odd weapons, well, odd to her family. They had just appeared after she was born, and attempt to rid them from the house returned those items to them. It seemed she was destined for them.