It was hard to believe that a human was able to go so long without being caught and yet here Sequoia was, hidden deep in the forest the last one standing among her clan, one by one the gypsy's had fallen to slave catchers and the like and all had sacrificed for her to get away. She was a pretty one, brown hair with long bangs that framed her face, and chocolate brown eyes. Fair skin that though had a few scratches still looked appealing, her body was sleek and slender in a tasteful matter at a comfortable B cup. Cute and fair looking all the same.<br/><br/>It wasn't long ago that she was nearly caught herself an ambush had befallen the caravan, in the past they could have bought their way out, but this time there was no such luck. Sequoia though had managed to slip away among the chaos she had felt guilty but it was what they had wanted her to do. She had hurt her ankle along the way and thus hid in a tree with a hallowed hole until she was better, her ankle though was feeling better, "Good...I can try to leave soon", she said with a sigh looking to her backpack and digging out a flute...she hadn't been able to play her songs in so long...she really shouldn't...but...she was deep in the forest and had not come across a single taur. Carefully she poked her head out of her hiding place and decided one little song couldn't hurt, flute in hand she'd start to play softly.