It has been early in the morning when a small shape moved gracefully through the woods. Little by little the figure skimmed the outskirts of the forest as she she scanned for something.. Something specific. On her arm rested a small basket, weaved with a beautifully intricate design that only the most skillful of crafters could perform. Inside she had collected some herbs through her journey and now, the woman was looking for a few flowers to place on her table. It was a small act, but the girl preferred to do these mindless tasks when she had the opportunity. It beat having to go interact with people in the towns. At least out here, she had her own space and time to perform whatever task she wished to without the accompaniment of another party. Who else would be roaming the forest at this time of day? Very few had decided to be awake while others did choose to get up, but the major difference was that they remained in town. She on the other hand, moved away.
Nymeria quietly walked through the forest, listening to the morning bird sing their songs and the woodland creatures slowly start to scurry around. It was fascinating to say the least. She made sure to walk lightly. It would make scaring off the animals less likely to happen. Slowly, she moved on, keeping to herself as her nature preferred.
Nymeria quietly walked through the forest, listening to the morning bird sing their songs and the woodland creatures slowly start to scurry around. It was fascinating to say the least. She made sure to walk lightly. It would make scaring off the animals less likely to happen. Slowly, she moved on, keeping to herself as her nature preferred.
