Kiriel came loping down the well-worn path, green braid flying behind her like a tail. Her eyes were closed, just revelling in the feeling of cold dirt under
her feet and wind in her face. So rarely did she allow herself the freedom to just be these days. She began to slow down as her breath sped up,
allowing her chest to heave against the buckskin bandeau as she slid to a halt. She came to a stop at the edge of the clearing, gently placing her bow and
quiver on the ground before bending over to catch the rest of her breath.
She then plopped herself down onto the ground, stretching out her thighs and calves from her long run. The scars tracing down her legs gleamed a bit in the sunlight as she thoroughly worked each muscle, before standing back up and shouldering her weapons. Finally, she gave a curious glance around the place where she had arrived. It had been days, maybe weeks since she had last stopped somewhere populated, and she was itching for some sentient company. Squirrels, birds and elementals were good for only so much conversation...
She then plopped herself down onto the ground, stretching out her thighs and calves from her long run. The scars tracing down her legs gleamed a bit in the sunlight as she thoroughly worked each muscle, before standing back up and shouldering her weapons. Finally, she gave a curious glance around the place where she had arrived. It had been days, maybe weeks since she had last stopped somewhere populated, and she was itching for some sentient company. Squirrels, birds and elementals were good for only so much conversation...
