<strong>Name:</strong>Isolde<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Woodland Area -- Clearing<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Not Applicable<br/><br/><br/>Isolde peered into the distance looking for something in particular and after a few moments, the young woman squealed delightedly obviously having found the item in question. The young woman began to rush quickly in the direction of the item. Anyone would have been able to notice that her strides had become longer and were more frequent than just a few moments prior. Once arriving at the base of a large and distorted trunk of a Great Oak, she allowed her hand to lightly graze the rough tree bark while a gentle smile played across her lips. This would be the only obstacle that Isolde would have to face upon her journey to the city; however, the smile would cease quickly being replaced with a look of displeasure upon realizing how hastily the shrubbery had grown in the mere one week that she had been enjoying the pleasures of living inside the orphanage with her little makeshift family. Firmly biting on her lower lip, Isolde swallowed heavily attempting to let go of this feeling of discontent before making her way into the maze of undergrowth.<br/><br/>The young woman felt like she was wandering aimlessly through the wooded area before her, despite diligently pushing further towards her destination. The vegetation which grew wildly encompassing the entire forest had become so unfamiliar to the young woman in the short amount of time that had passed since her last voyage through this forest. The undergrowth was beginning to exponentially hinder the progress of her travels. The young woman had spent a good portion of her time prying through the lush, greenery and had even managed to acquire some<em>‘battle’</em>scars along the way. Breathing heavily now, Isolde dropped to her knees from exhaustion. While she was in fairly good shape, the woman found herself overwhelmed by forcing her way through the shrubbery. When the young woman looked up, she realized that somehow she had managed to stumble upon a rather vacant clearing.<br/><br/><strong>“How convenient,”</strong>Isolde said excitedly to no one in particular. Before even having a chance to investigate the little clearing, the young woman could hear the sound of a rapidly-moving stream nearby. This would be a perfect chance to relax for a little while before continuing her journey forward. She released her shoulder from the unnecessary pressure of the shoulder bag allowing the fabric, as well as the contents inside, to sit upon the ground. After grabbing a piece of bread from within the carrying bag, the young woman pushed herself upwards forcing herself to get a good look around the vicinity. It would be easier to plan the coming events if she could get familiarized with the area. While nibbling on the bread, she glanced over the contents within the clearing. She was easily able to spot the stream which she had heard earlier.<em>‘Hm…,’</em>Isolde grinned before returning her attention to what was in front of her… and that happened to be, an herb? Oh, this clearing was certainly a find! These particular beauties did not grow in the region where the orphanage was located. The young woman quickly grabbed a piece of cloth from within her clothing and bent over carefully picking the herbs from the ground trying not to damage them. Once carefully lifted from the ground, she set them gently into the cloth which she had horizontally expanded as much as possible across the ground. Her movements were very fluent and monotonous which only displayed how often the young woman found herself distracted by similar situations. The young woman allowed four or five plants to remain, so that she could take advantage of this area at some point in the future. She cautiously folded the cloth material around the herbs trying to protect the majority of the stem and flower from any outside interference. Returning back to the bag across the ground, Isolde began wildly searching for something. It took her several minutes before acquiring some spare rope material and withdrawing her hand from the bag. While the rope was somewhat larger than what she had desired, Isolde absolutely needed something to secure the cloth piece where the herbs lay. She seemed to be fighting with the rope every inch of the way; however, the young woman was eventually satisfied with the method that the herbs had been secured.<br/><br/>Setting the herbs carefully inside of the carrying bag and stuffing the final piece of bread that remained into her mouth, the young woman extended her body upwards allowing herself to stretch and work out any additional kinks. This was the moment that Isolde had most anticipated upon finding this clearing. The young woman repositioned her body allowing her garment to fall towards the ground without any resistance. Afterwards, she bent over slowly slipping the hose from over her thighs stopping only long enough to unfasten her footwear and then, repeated the same procedure with her separate leg. After those had been taken care of, Isolde only had a random assortment of jewelry, as well as head décor, to remove from her body before running towards the rapid waters and jumping in. She closely hugged her legs towards her body, in order to not hit the bottom of the stream. The skin on the body of Isolde instantly began to prick in response to the chilly water which she had so readily flung herself into. Upon reaching the water’s surface, the young woman had a quick intake of breath from the astoundingly cold waters.<strong>“I should have suspected as much,” </strong>she managed to breath out in between gasps. The young woman did not want to prolong her stay in the water more than necessary, so she quickly began to take care of business.