Isalisk wandered off and after him, stopping as he had instructed before watching him carefully maneuver across the old slick log and over the river. She blinked her silver eyes, waiting until he gave her the "go" before she steadily lifted one foot up and followed with the other. Her braid moved slightly in the air that followed the current of the river, escaped threads of hair dangling away. Even in the light that was this day, the unnatural shades of blue were now giving a twilight glimmer that perhaps could make the very stars themselves jealous.<br/><br/>She was not afraid of slipping, despite his slight warning to her about the chances of such. Her feet moved over it with a skill that could only show that she had done much climbing and hopping about on slippery surfaces before - She kept the blade over her shoulder as her foot stepped one in front of the other and across the log without any effort. When she got to the edge, her descent was just as graceful; a light hop down, her feet landing softly on the ground before she carried on after him without much a thought on the log, keeping herself trained on all that was going on around her and the darkness that lay ahead.<br/><br/>Her eyes could peer through such shadows, but there was something peculiar about the black curtains that was ahead of her. They were unnatural that they denied the light to pass on through, making her stomach twitch about angrily as her inner blood boiled from such. Her instincts told her to be infuriated, for such magics were cheating her of years of inheritance as a natural hunter and master of these lands. Conned was she of her natural abilities, and the corner of her lips twitched to display her frustration before a glance was given to Aluren, wondering if he was faring any better with his awareness of their surroundings. She hoped at least one of them was, for otherwise they would be easily assaulted and ambushed.