Enna found herself climbing a hill, dagger in one hand and the other resting on the hilt of her sword, ready to attack if necessary. As she reached the top of the hill, she knelt down on her left knee and let her fingertips skim the flowers surrounding her. It was quite a beautiful setting for the woods that lie ahead. She lifted her head to examine what was in front of her, and saw the bright colored forest.<span style="font-style: italic">This can't be right. The woods are supposed to be cursed, but they look so...</span>Her thought trailed off as she heard a small noise and instantly rose to her feet to look around her.<br/><br/>The sight of short woman caught her eye, and she began debating whether or not to kill her. It seemed she was bent over, examining tracks of some sort.<span style="font-style: italic">The woman could be harmless, and therefore by killing her I would be going against my father's words.</span>She thought to herself, and decided on what she would do. She stuck the dagger in her boot, strapping it down so it was less likely to stab her if she moved to quickly, and unsheathed her sword quite silently. She began stepping forward as quietly as possible, but rubble on the ground made it near impossible to do so.<br/><br/>As she stepped nearer to the woman, she held the white sword in front of her in a fighting stance, gripping the hilt right below the encrusted diamonds.  It could be a trap, some kind of thing to keep her from the forest. Or perhaps lure her inside? Then again, it could very well be another adventurer. Even then, she couldn't exactly trust the person. She continued stepping forward slowly, awaiting the lady to turn around and see her.