Even with there being a familiar feel, Canien can tell something is off. Shouldering bow, full quiver of arrows at her back and daggers at her side, she moves deftly through the woods that feel so much like the home she'd left when she'd said good bye to her mother. Too much to be coincidence.
Caranthir hated coincidence.
A forest that she's not been back to since that winter, though she's kept discrete tabs on it and the Haladin. It seems to welcome her back now, tree branches murmuring softly and leaves rustling in greeting, tugging at her heart as she allows herself to miss her mother.
She rests a hand against a tree trunk, pausing to breath and think. Surely no one would recognize her now, if she does go back to the village. And maybe she would get some answers. Even now she knows the way too well to get lost, so she turns her path to step softly through the trees and bushes without disturbing a thing.
The clothes on her back label her a hunter. No house nor symbol mark her, and the small pack with a simple bedroll at her side indicates a life alone and away from the comforts of a home.
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Date: 2018-12-11 12:45 am (UTC)Even with there being a familiar feel, Canien can tell something is off. Shouldering bow, full quiver of arrows at her back and daggers at her side, she moves deftly through the woods that feel so much like the home she'd left when she'd said good bye to her mother. Too much to be coincidence.
Caranthir hated coincidence.
A forest that she's not been back to since that winter, though she's kept discrete tabs on it and the Haladin. It seems to welcome her back now, tree branches murmuring softly and leaves rustling in greeting, tugging at her heart as she allows herself to miss her mother.
She rests a hand against a tree trunk, pausing to breath and think. Surely no one would recognize her now, if she does go back to the village. And maybe she would get some answers. Even now she knows the way too well to get lost, so she turns her path to step softly through the trees and bushes without disturbing a thing.
The clothes on her back label her a hunter. No house nor symbol mark her, and the small pack with a simple bedroll at her side indicates a life alone and away from the comforts of a home.