Fingers flexed within well broken in leather gloves as dark green eyes peered out through darkened goggles from under the hood of an equally well broken in travelling cloak. All around the breeze moved through the wild stalks of grass, making them rustle in a soft melody; wild stalks of grass that covered the wide open plains as far was the unaided eye could see.<br/><br/>A slim hand ending in said worn gloves arose to lay across the top of the goggles as the other pulled back slightly on the hood when the head within lifted to peer at the sky.<i>'Only a few hours till dark</i>', Essaerae mused to herself.<i> 'I best make for the edge of those woods before dark fully settles. The plains are not the best place to settle down for the night.'</i><br/><br/>The rather tall, lithe figure started to make her way towards the distant treeline after refreshing herself with a sip from one of the waterskins protected under her cloak. Essaerae, Essa for short if she ever allowed one to call her that, was well used to travelling the wilderness of the new world. Nearing half a milinia of age, athough she appeared to be no older than late twenties to early thirties, there was not much she hadn't seen in this desolate realm. While others of her kind sought the eternal sleep after a few centuries, her thrist to discover what was lost kept her going.<br/><br/>The trek across the plains was not hard, but as the minutes turned into hours, and the sun seeked to rest, Essa realized she might not make it all the way to the edge before full dark settled in. With that realization in mind, the elf quickened her steps, her eyes constantly scanning the area around and behind her to make sure nothing unexpected was approaching.<br/><br/>It was with a soft sigh of relief that the elf finally made it to the edge of the woods right as the twilight of dusk was settling down. She paused long enough to adjust her gear and pull off her full gloves, instead switching them out for what once might have been called biker gloves with the finger tips cut out. Firmly pulling the new gloves in place, the black well worn leather sliding over her fingers silently, Essa looked around at the woods for a moment before picking her perch for the night. Flexing her claws, the faint light reflecting off them a moment before the elf started to climb the tree with the aid of her claws.<br/><br/>once she was high enough to be fully hidden by the branches, Essa settled herself on one of the larger branches with her back against the trunk of the tree. Her bow settled on her lap, the older elf settled into a meditative trance that her people normally used when sleep wasn't an option. She knew if something changed in the area to a great degree, she would be snapped out of her trance. A slight smile crossed her lips as she let her mind drift to new discovers and other pleasures as darkness descended.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>