Great Expectations (Zandy)

[Aello]

Timestamp: Spring 7, 513 AV Lobed leaves of a green pallor rustled in the breeze. A low drummed note playing off their smooth surfaces as clear beads fell against them. A light rain which had plagued the morning as much as the dismal grey clouds which littered the sky. Muddied irises ignored this in favor for the sodden earth that rested below the Treaver's feet. Fading tracks- a long oval with a few etched lines above. Something small, the huntress had thought as her eyes followed them through the endless line of trees, her left hand clutching her father's old bow tightly, as Lily receded into the depths of her pockets. She had been searching for the animal for near a bell now, and her body was beginning to grow weary. Her hands white and cold from exposure to the rain; despite the tree's catching, and general blockade. The slight wind had reddened her ears, and her chestnut colored mane had darkened to a mahogany before it plastered itself to her back. Her cloak hung limply against her, a shadow in the fading light, while her deep green dress darkened with each buffet of rain water. It can't be long now, Aello thought to herself, the small ones never do make it far.