Forest

[Imrel]

This place is peaceful, but one has the feeling of constant movement and thought. It is cool and shaded, but sunbeams dapple through the canopy. The earth is firm and easy on a weary traveler's feet, and a breeze lingers on the air, refreshingly cool, or stiflingly mild.

[Quwen]

Quwen had been flying from something she feared yet had no knowledge of. She was utterly alone and unaware of what lied ahead. No company would come with her so she had left the North City far behind. She had been in this wood for only a day and a half. I should keep going. She said to herself quietly when she looked around her. A rest sounded greatful to her, but it seemed impossible to stop. Whenever she stopped she always had the feeling something was following her, like something that needed little rest. A constant, menecing feeling.

[Imrel]

*From a tall and knarled tree, a papery leaf floats gently to the ground on a light breeze, disturbed by a movement from above. A brown booted foot can be seen bobbing over the side of a particularly thick branch, whose wizened appearance hides its sturdiness. Up in a nook of the trunk shaded from the pool of sunlight spilling over the forest, Imrel turns her head slightly and dozes on.

*What's that noise? Her eye's flicker open at the sound of rapidly crunching leaves underfoot penetrating the sleepy silence of the woods. Someone running? What from? Imrel, shaking off the stiffness sleeping with her back against treebark has brought her, edges forward on the branch and peers through the trees in the direction of the noise. Sure enough, there's someone running, not far off; a woman.*

Hey!

*She waves an arm to get her attention.*

[Quwen]

She looked up at the waving hand. When she'd gone near the tree she looked up and saw a human. Lost in confusion she stopped dumbfounded taking deep breaths. She'd been running too long.

[Imrel]

*She clambers nimbly to the next branch down, still watching the woman.*

Are you alright, miss? Are you in a hurry to get somewhere?

*Crouching on the branch, she looks down to her with concern.*