Verita couldn't decide what to say first. Her mind raged of thoughts of the most fantastical things until she almost had to decide that she must be dreaming. Her night had been very interesting, from her normal evening hunt, to saying a terrible goodbye to her father from meeting an elf at the edge of the Wicked woods. A place she had never been before, but had studied and read every map, story and lore about it.<br/><br/>And she knew, in every trembling bone in her body that standing right in front of her eyes was a fine and ancient being, with a knowledge she could only dream of. She was intimidated and scared, but the words of the Ramen  brought her back to a somewhat surreal reality. She had been appointed as the leader of the group, with the knowledge that she was by far the youngest person amongst them.<br/><br/>With still shaking hands, she bit her lip and looked up towards both Ramen and Elf with sparkling bright eyes of orange and brown.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: DarkRed">''I.. Uhm.. Yes, yes I made it myself! I even sang the wood from a tree, until it gave me permission to use it's wood.. Y-you know.. I've.. I've read that your people believed.. that bows would be better if the wood was willing to assist you in the kill.''</span></b><br/><br/>Verita stuttered her words in one long rambling sentence of things she could remember from her bow. In truth she had always been proud of the little piece of wood. She had actually used the true elven customs to create the hunting weapon. Verita had sang from morning till evening, an entire day straight to the point of giving up in which she didn't believe in the story about elves anymore. Until the tree had moved it's roots, shook it's crown and dropped a long branch, the most perfect wood Verita had ever encountered to create a bow out of. It fell just before her crossed feet, and she had never been happier in her life, for the old words of the nursery rhyme had proven to be magical.<br/><b><span style="color: DarkRed"><br/>
''I don't mind.. She, seems to be trusted, right? I don't know, maybe.. If she put her weapons aside, but then again we all have weapons. And we don't know each other either, but she wouldn't kill us right? Would you?''</span></b><br/><br/>All confidence in herself dropped, her courage draining from her blood as she sat pale and impressed on the forestfloor. She was cold, exhausted and hungry, and her mind couldn't think straight anymore, especially not with one of the ancient legends her father had told her about, standing right in front of her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>