<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/vKvpWxV.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Evera Calanthe (https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B_-0kLmDOosxUE1tVzJ0cndHWjQ/view?usp=sharing)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong><br/><strong>Stats:</strong><em>HP: 16/16</em><em>Init:</em>+4<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><hr/><br/>Meanwhile, above the streets below, a female figure crouched, leaning forward as the messenger approached Daru.  Evera, dressed in her simple leathers, tilted her head as she watched him give some quick message to the urban druid, after which the rider and horse departed. The elder of the two half-elves disappeared into her quarters, exchanging her training outfit for something cleaner, and promptly set out for some unknown area, while Evera followed from the top of the houses above, leaning forward as she dashed forward, taking great care not to be seen.  Slowly, she wandered into an area where civilians were at least more scarce, and it was then that she moved closer to the left side of the roof, casting a shadow upon the ground, though she did not seem to realize it.  Careful eyes stalked her prey, anticipating where she would move next, perched on the edge of the roof.  Slowly, she backed up...<br/><br/>And then, she charged forward and pounced, traveling an impressive distance as she attempted to pounce upon her sister, marked only by a sudden warcry and a playful look on her face, drawing attention from the few passerby that might be nearby. Of course, Daru would more than likely be used to this sort of "greeting" by now...