Post by Oneiromancer on Mar 28, 2008 11:36:45 GMT -5
Morning sunlight glinted warmly through the treetops of the wood, the leaves and grass were still wet after the heavy rain last night, but the day was warming quickly and it would be another fair spring day in time. The scent of the river and flowers hung in the air, sweet and clean. It was a wonderful change from sand, fire and vermin that rested in the back of her mind; the mouse maid thought, as she walked down the path, seeing the tall ramparts of a fort ahead, ringed by a small village. She had heard small news about the fort of the Otters and now was honestly curious and eager to find a place that balanced peaceful life, with the pragmatic thought of a warrior beast.
Though the sight of the small village sent an uneasy pang through the mousemaid, she moved down a small, gentle slope, blue grey eyes watchful of her surroundings. She was a lithe maid, with a wiry build honed from seasons of travel and experience in battle. A longblade was clipped to a sturdy belt, the light blue-white pommel stone glinting softly. A companion dagger was on her waist as well as a sling and pouch of pebbles. All weapons were well cared for and looked as if they had gotten a well rounded use as well.
Dressed in a seagreen tunic, deep brown breeches, she looked comfortable, movement easy in the simple clothing as she adjusted her haversack, reaching the gates a few hours after she cleared the woodlands. The smell of cooking fires and the distant sounds of the intertwined lives of woodlanders made her pause, drinking in the sight and sounds as she peered up to the ramparts, shielding her eyes against the sun.
"Hullo the gates! Is anybeast up there?!" she called, voice reaching up to anyone listening, strong and clear.
Though the sight of the small village sent an uneasy pang through the mousemaid, she moved down a small, gentle slope, blue grey eyes watchful of her surroundings. She was a lithe maid, with a wiry build honed from seasons of travel and experience in battle. A longblade was clipped to a sturdy belt, the light blue-white pommel stone glinting softly. A companion dagger was on her waist as well as a sling and pouch of pebbles. All weapons were well cared for and looked as if they had gotten a well rounded use as well.
Dressed in a seagreen tunic, deep brown breeches, she looked comfortable, movement easy in the simple clothing as she adjusted her haversack, reaching the gates a few hours after she cleared the woodlands. The smell of cooking fires and the distant sounds of the intertwined lives of woodlanders made her pause, drinking in the sight and sounds as she peered up to the ramparts, shielding her eyes against the sun.
"Hullo the gates! Is anybeast up there?!" she called, voice reaching up to anyone listening, strong and clear.
