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[virtanadhal]

[Her armor and her sword are safely hidden away. Her longbow -- a gift from the camp of the Dalish she met after leaving her own clan -- is all the protection she has. (Well, and a layer of leather stitched against her chest, under her loose, long shirt and sewn to the inside of the pants she wears.)

She makes almost no sound as she ventures through the forest from dawn to early afternoon.

Having hunted enough for supper, she comes to the village about midday, collecting cooking supplies and browsing the item shop to see if any more of her things have come.

She'll take a couple of hours to herself, getting more acquainted with this part of this strange place. For the last seven days, she's kept herself to a portion of the forest that reminded her most of her clan. Not that she hasn't been giving the Journal a look-over every so often, speaking to a few who seem interesting or whom she has met during the short times she's come out of the woods before. (Or those who have met her in the woods.)]


Player Name: Lynn
Are you new?: N
Character Name: Lyna Mahariel
Character Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins

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[Action, forest]

[antivanleather]

[He spends most mornings picking his way along the undergrowth and checking his traps. As the seasons shift from summer to fall and edge closer to winter there is less for him to catch. And no real need, truly. At this point it is more of a habit for him, something easy and familiar. The slow stalk, moving through the trees and along crisp ground without making noise.

What a surprise it is to see someone with similar intent. It'd been a flicker in his vision, first. The subtlest movement possible. And yet there they, no, she, was. Another elf.

Ever curious he makes his way over, making a bit of a game out of trailing her as long as he can without being caught.]

forest! :D

[estelio]

[Meanwhile, this particular elf is also at ease in the woods. Though Arwen was not so nomadic back home, it feels more natural to be out here, breathing clearer air away from the hubbub in the village and all its strange technology.

Moving just as silently near the riverbank, covered in a dark green cloak, she catches sight of movement out of the corner of her eye, a little ways into the distance. Curious at the chance to meet someone else out here, at this time of day, she heads in that direction.]