Fall 13, 511 AV The morning dew, which clung to the few undying green blades of grass, which were strewn across the forest floor, seeped through the suede skin of Aello's boots. It clung to the fabric, the thin socks the girl wore so that the insides would not scratch her skin. It caused her toes to curl into her flesh, to tremble slightly as she bunched and unbunched them, trying to build up a slight sense of heat as she moved along. Stepping high, simply to keep the noise level down as she stalked her prey. As she leapt over fallen trees and stumps, and did her best to avoid crunching the fallen leaves beneath her. As the young spiritist glided along, she held her bow in her left hand. The three middle fingers of her right hand hugged an arrow which had already been strung onto the serving. She had the bow pointed downwards, to the space just in front of her step, and the string itself, hiked back but an inch at most. There has to be something here, Aello thought, surely it is far too early for everything to have gone into hibernation. Golden-colored sunlight trickled down through the trees, illuminating Aello's face, and her hair. Giving each an eerie glow, a slight sense of warmth. Something she had begun to lose hours beforehand, with the occasional gust of wind that swept through the forest. Her fingers trembled from time to time, as they held the string, which cut long red lines across her pale skin. Which caused her fingers to grow somewhat sore, even with the slight pressure she had been exerting. The girl's eyes darted back and forth along the length of the forest floor, in search of life, as she practically held her breath in anticipation. Waiting for something, anything to show itself to her. For she had seen little other than the occasional songbird earlier in the day. OOCHopefully this works... |