- Joined
- Sep 12, 2009
- Location
- Too far south
Kaura was grateful to leave the hassles of the larger city behind her, replaced by the quiet solitude of the forest. She had not known how large and positively claustrophobic human villages could be until she found herself in the center of one of their cities. Hundreds of humans pushing and shoving every direction, hardly paying mind to who they disturbed. Initially she had assumed that she would find work in the city, but was simply met with a general intolerance for her kind. She couldn't perform the same amount of manual labor a human male could easily accomplish... And what few jobs she learned women could do in the city often send her into a hasty retreat, the tips of her ears red and feigning a cough to save her dignity.
Kaura smiled now and happily continued her walk through the thick of the forest. The brush had grown dense so far from the road, and the plants almost alien to her and her senses. Everything here was so different from the home she left, reminding her again of her self imposed exile from the familiar village where she was raised.
By all outward appearances, she was a proper Elven lady, walking with a grace few humans could manage through the tangled vines and brush of the forest, a simple task should anyone watch her feet and notice that even the plants seemed to part way for her, slithering away from her steps as if they did not wish to trip the young maiden. Easy magic, simple enough that even one as weak as her could perform without strain.
She held her head high, but there was a downward cast to her eyes, a faraway look that always crossed her features when she daydreamed. As she was now, envisioning the paradise she had heard humans speak of so many times. Freedom, equality, opportunity, words that had sung so strongly to her imagination. So far, she had seen none of that, only various degrees of torture and hatred, much directed at her for her magical heritage. As cruel as humans were to one another, they seemed even more inclined to acts of torture when it came to beings of myth, a thought Kaura had never allowed cross her mind before she left.
The sun was setting when she stopped before a stream, kneeling down beside the water to dip her fingers in. She swirled them lightly, watching the ripples rise and float lazily down the water with the current. She smiled, and unhooked her pack, letting it fall to the ground behind her. The clearing surrounding her was large, letting the sun break through the branches of the tree to bathe her in it's warmth. A perfect spot to rest, she told herself as she eased her longbow on the ground. She even unhooked her quiver, and pulled the daggers from her boots. After all, this was her second day in the woods, and she had seen no humans, and no dangerous creatures to threaten her life. It was time enough for her to relax, and should she be ambushed, her supernatural speed should give her the advantage to reach her weapons again, in any case.
She moved to the edge of the clearing, and sat against a tree, leaning her weight lightly against it as she rested, letting herself relax and prepare for the night.
Kaura smiled now and happily continued her walk through the thick of the forest. The brush had grown dense so far from the road, and the plants almost alien to her and her senses. Everything here was so different from the home she left, reminding her again of her self imposed exile from the familiar village where she was raised.
By all outward appearances, she was a proper Elven lady, walking with a grace few humans could manage through the tangled vines and brush of the forest, a simple task should anyone watch her feet and notice that even the plants seemed to part way for her, slithering away from her steps as if they did not wish to trip the young maiden. Easy magic, simple enough that even one as weak as her could perform without strain.
She held her head high, but there was a downward cast to her eyes, a faraway look that always crossed her features when she daydreamed. As she was now, envisioning the paradise she had heard humans speak of so many times. Freedom, equality, opportunity, words that had sung so strongly to her imagination. So far, she had seen none of that, only various degrees of torture and hatred, much directed at her for her magical heritage. As cruel as humans were to one another, they seemed even more inclined to acts of torture when it came to beings of myth, a thought Kaura had never allowed cross her mind before she left.
The sun was setting when she stopped before a stream, kneeling down beside the water to dip her fingers in. She swirled them lightly, watching the ripples rise and float lazily down the water with the current. She smiled, and unhooked her pack, letting it fall to the ground behind her. The clearing surrounding her was large, letting the sun break through the branches of the tree to bathe her in it's warmth. A perfect spot to rest, she told herself as she eased her longbow on the ground. She even unhooked her quiver, and pulled the daggers from her boots. After all, this was her second day in the woods, and she had seen no humans, and no dangerous creatures to threaten her life. It was time enough for her to relax, and should she be ambushed, her supernatural speed should give her the advantage to reach her weapons again, in any case.
She moved to the edge of the clearing, and sat against a tree, leaning her weight lightly against it as she rested, letting herself relax and prepare for the night.