[As she gets closer, she hears the sudden tension from the bow and stops, peering into the direction she believes it came from. Behind that tree? That bush?
Inhaling silently, she pulls her hood back and removes the cloak, resting it near a rock. Her thin saber, too, she lays on the ground.
She's only too familiar with what a strung bow in a forest means. However unintentionally, she has wandered into someone's territory.
Keeping her arms at her side with palms outward, she finally calls out, her voice clear and, hopefully, reassuring.]
no subject
Inhaling silently, she pulls her hood back and removes the cloak, resting it near a rock. Her thin saber, too, she lays on the ground.
She's only too familiar with what a strung bow in a forest means. However unintentionally, she has wandered into someone's territory.
Keeping her arms at her side with palms outward, she finally calls out, her voice clear and, hopefully, reassuring.]
You have nothing to fear from me.