<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/b42b378e9aa62eb2e6ea2d76b4061941_zps75c25a1a.jpg)<br/></div><br/><em>Faori sighed slightly and stretched her gloved hands listlessly beneath the crop of crimson locks which made up her hair.  She reminded herself for the fifteenth time that, no matter how boring it proved to be, this was the safest way to make her way to Sona.  <br/><br/>She had been laying amid the leafy branches for a good hour now, waiting for a passerby to... well... pass her by.  The well worn paths leading to Sona were reasonably well travelled but, as a result, also reasonably often ambushed, and the elf knew all too well that all manner of brigand, beast, and bastard could be lying in wait somewhere in the encroaching woodlands, waiting for the unwary traveller to pass by.  The solution, to this problem, of course, was to await the arrival of some such unwary traveller and ghost after his or her movements... letting them flush out potential banditry while the elf remained in the relative safety of concealment.<br/><br/>It was a good plan... but was horrifically boring!  Sitting up upon her tree's branch, she kicked her booted feet back and forth while she straddled the firm wood.</em>"Someone hurry up and get to moving down this road..."<em>she muttered to herself,</em>"the lack of stimulation up here is bringing me to tears..."