Through the calmness of brooks and hills entangled as one and the grounds of earth and roots that skipped and danced over and under each other, one could almost forget the hassle of the bigger villages. The sounds of a town preparing to end their work for the day was little more than a faint whisper at this point as the sun began to set on the horizon. Elongated shadows spread a darkness across the lands and with that travel grew more and more difficult.
One could have argued that Skylar should have stayed in the village for the night, but the looks of the few still outweighed the many. Horror and disgust was easier to read than marvel and curiosity. Not many had seen a woman that glowed pass through their village. For what little that Skylar’s travels had taught her already, such was the case with nearly all villages around. It made her miss home, but then she also knew that she could not go home either. Not because she didn’t want to but because it no longer existed, which was not to mention the task she had been sent on by her goddess.
Maybe with luck, she figured, this small and slightly worn path would have taken her somewhere safe. It was a longshot but Skylar also wasn’t a stranger to sleeping in the woods. Wild animals were dangerous, but so were jealous hearts of humans and elves. The sound of animals grew hard not to notice, but so did the road’s visibility. Skylar closed her eyes for a second to expand a dim light around herself to allow herself a moment to see what was in front of her feet.
As the road continued it would seem that despite the thickness of the forest there was an abundance of plantlife to be seen. It was not one that Skylar would have expected, but found joy in seeing nonetheless. But few things compared to the joy as the small spot of brightness up ahead. There was a clearing, and although the dark had started to make it increasingly hard to see anything, from the periphery of her squinted eyes Skylar made out the shape of a small hut. It seemed worn from the years. Improper construction seemed to have bent it crooked or left it as such from the start. There was a garden outside that spoke of someone having been here recently.
Skylar let her magic light spread just a little further before she began to approach the home.
“Hello?” She called out through, what was to her, complete darkness. “Is anyone home?”
Into the clearing had stepped one glowing woman. White clothes covered in a leather chest piece and with a teal cloak on her shoulders. A sword hung by her hip. She seemed lost.
One could have argued that Skylar should have stayed in the village for the night, but the looks of the few still outweighed the many. Horror and disgust was easier to read than marvel and curiosity. Not many had seen a woman that glowed pass through their village. For what little that Skylar’s travels had taught her already, such was the case with nearly all villages around. It made her miss home, but then she also knew that she could not go home either. Not because she didn’t want to but because it no longer existed, which was not to mention the task she had been sent on by her goddess.
Maybe with luck, she figured, this small and slightly worn path would have taken her somewhere safe. It was a longshot but Skylar also wasn’t a stranger to sleeping in the woods. Wild animals were dangerous, but so were jealous hearts of humans and elves. The sound of animals grew hard not to notice, but so did the road’s visibility. Skylar closed her eyes for a second to expand a dim light around herself to allow herself a moment to see what was in front of her feet.
As the road continued it would seem that despite the thickness of the forest there was an abundance of plantlife to be seen. It was not one that Skylar would have expected, but found joy in seeing nonetheless. But few things compared to the joy as the small spot of brightness up ahead. There was a clearing, and although the dark had started to make it increasingly hard to see anything, from the periphery of her squinted eyes Skylar made out the shape of a small hut. It seemed worn from the years. Improper construction seemed to have bent it crooked or left it as such from the start. There was a garden outside that spoke of someone having been here recently.
Skylar let her magic light spread just a little further before she began to approach the home.
“Hello?” She called out through, what was to her, complete darkness. “Is anyone home?”
Into the clearing had stepped one glowing woman. White clothes covered in a leather chest piece and with a teal cloak on her shoulders. A sword hung by her hip. She seemed lost.