Timestamp: Season of Summer, 67th Day, 512 AV Is that the same petching tree? Naeya rubbed her forehead in frustration. The Bronze Wood had managed to keep her going in circles. She had only stepped off of the North Kabrin Road for a chime, but it seemed that either her sense of direction was hopeless or the woods themselves were infused with magic and trickery. "Please don't be a repeat of Alvadas," she mumbled to herself, remembering Ionu's illusions with dismay. The Konti knew she should have brought someone along with her, but she had been so eager to escape the stuffy, smelly confines of Syliras for a day. She'd heard a whisper from locals of a beautiful, safe hotspring that lay close to the city and, despite warm weather, she had jumped at the opportunity to visit. Beauty, water, and fresh air. How could she possibly have said no? It was supposed to be only a fifteen chime walk from the city gates, but she had been searching for the better part of the hour. Somewhere along the way, she made the poor decision to leave the main path and follow what looked to be a manmade trail. Unfortunately, it only led her as far as the next grouping of shrubs before disappearing into the underbrush. And, when she'd turned to go back to the road, it too was gone. "Peeeetch." Naeya sighed, sent a silent prayer up to Semele to guide her, and hitched her backpack further up on her shoulder. There was nothing left to do but continue on in the direction she guessed the Kabrin Road to be in (or hope that by some small miracle she would stumble upon the spring). Vegetation brushed up against her sandalled feet as she began to walk. Her brown breeches, worn under a green cotton shirt, were rolled up to her knees and several light scratches from brambles were visible on her pastel-scaled legs. She was heading towards a patch of afternoon sunlight that had snuck through a gap in the trees. As Naeya passed by a particularly large bronze-barked tree, she thought she heard a rustle in the bushes behind her. The Konti stopped and cocked her blonde head slightly to the side, listening intently. She'd been very wary about coming across another living thing in the woods, as it could be either a good or a bad omen. If she ran into a kind Syliran citizen, she was certain to find her way safely back to the city. If she ran into someone with more hostile intentions - or even a wild animal - then her day might take a more serious turn for the worse. The rustling continued. One twig snapped. And then another. There are wolves in these woods... right? Shyke. Don't be a wolf. Please don't be a wolf. Her fishtail braid swung over her shoulder as Naeya apprehensively turned to face the noise. She placed a webbed hand around the dagger handle in her scabbard, and tensed her shoulders as she awaited the intruder. |