The wind blew gently through the foliage on the early spring morning, the branches of the nearby trees bobbing up and down on the invisible currents that snaked their way through the trees into the clearing. Her hair blew out from over her brow, simple brown bangs catching the glistening sun as they danced across her forehead, her hair framing her face, set with high cheek bones and hazel eyes. Again the wind came, with it the smells of the forest, the freshly green grass, the flowering plants, and all that came with it.
She stopped, inhaling deeply, before realizing the scent of two people nearby, upwind from her position by any guess. With a lithe hand, she pulled the hair back from her brow, trying to gaze up into the distance from her position, her eyes teary from the winds blowing against her.
She stood from the position she had taken, a simple stone around the edge of a dying fire pit, tinder turning to darken ash. Straightening herself she pulled at the hem of her dress, pulling it flat against her curved legs before patting it down. The reddish cloth clung to her hips as it should, and along the material the golden weave caught the sunlight.
Whoever the other two were, they were drawing closer, and it was best she moved. She moved between the trees, trying to near the people that approached her, wary of any action they might take.