<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/da/91fef1346d8e641839e74f53d0252711.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Felwyn Rainblossom<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Moonwood<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Ianthe, PCs in caravan search party<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>+3<br/><strong>Free Action:</strong><br/><strong>Swift Action:</strong><br/><strong>Standard Action:</strong><br/><strong>Move Action:</strong><br/><strong>Feats or SA used:</strong><br/><strong>Warning:</strong>None (PG rating).<br/><hr/><br/>Felwyn woke from her sleep as the first rays of dawn peeked through the trees. She had made her sleeping nest in the low branches of a shadowtop tree, shielded from the elements by a simple bivouac over the branches above her head, and a mottled green blanket she had brought with her from the Kryptgarden Forest. Her back was to the tree's eastern edge, so the sun played across her face as it rose, rousing her gently.<br/><br/>Remembering, even in her waking haze, that she was on a scouting mission, she refrained from yawning or announcing her wakefulness out loud. Instead, she hooked her legs around the branch on which she rested, swung her body down and executed a graceful flip before landing quietly on her feet. She plucked her longbow from where it sat embedded in the dirt, and scanned the treeline swiftly.<br/><br/>All she could see was the evidence of small creatures scurrying about the undergrowth, and the only sounds that reached her were the dawn chorus of birds. With a grateful sigh, she set her bow back against the tree, and went about the process of packing away her camp.<br/><br/>Felwyn travelled light, as was the wild elf way, and so after folding up her sleeping gear and carefully cutting away any stray ropes that might otherwise strangle the tree's growth, she found herself with a good fifteen minutes before Ianthe insisted that they move along. She dug through her backpack and found her precious supply of clay and crushed berries. She closed her eyes and dabbed the pigments on her cheeks and under her eyes, highlighting the exquisite bone structure of her face and giving a cast to her features that was at once alluring and frightening, depending on her expression. She combed her hair with a precious silver hairbrush while quietly singing a song of praise to Sune, then tied her hair back with a pair of red silk ribbons and wove a string of feathers into it.<br/><br/>Satisfied with her preparations, she stood up and arranged her backpack on her back, along with her bow and her long elven blade. Her powerful body flashed with tattoos and scars underneath the loose hemp robe she wore over her silvery chain shirt, showing off both her muscles and her beautiful curves. She watched Talas in his meditation for a moment, then danced over to where Ianthe was coordinating the troops, smiling brightly. "Ready to move on your word, Commander," she said quietly, idly raising a hand to play with one of her braids. Her attraction to Ianthe was hardly a secret, but nor was her respect for her as a leader.