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There was a sense of silence that fell over the streets of Marcarth over these last few days. People walked the streets with caution, if they dared to walk the streets at all. Anything out of order to cost somebody their head. King Garon was currently taking residence within the palace walls of Marcarth. Though it was uncommon that he would leave the walls of his palace, there was always that fear of what if?
It made Lydia uneasy. The lack of activity in the town made her want to leave. Every movement she made was being studied. Garon's guards never did trust her – an elf. Why should they? Her basket of herbs and other foraged goodies was always examined every time she entered the cities walls. The regular guards would turn their heads while Garon's men pulled every herb out to examine it one by one. Lydia doubted they could even tell the difference between them.
It wouldn't stop her, however. That was just something to do to get away for a while. She walked from the town with her head held high. Her basket held in both hands while she walked humming a tune to herself. Out of the gates of Marcarth she went. Into the frost bitten forests. Most of the herbs had been picked dry by the other apothecaries within the town. But Lydia knew where to look. Deeper into the woods she traveled. A shawl was pulled from her basket and draped over her shoulders. She could see streams of her own breath with every light exhale.
It felt great.
The woman came to a fallen tree and pushed it over to its side. Various forms of fungi grew beneath it. With a dagger in hand she scraped off the growths until a rustle in nearby brush drew her attention. She turned her head in time to see a group of deer rushing through the woods behind her, obviously spooked by something. She grasped upon her knife tighter and picked up the pace of her work.
Each breath came crisp. Icy lungs didn't mind. The glacial scout walked at ease. The stubborn crunch of lingering snow brought peace with each step. Here, in a frosted forest that spoke of lands other than Nohr, Serena Leigh's problems ceased to exist. The Ice Tribe could be right over that distant hill. Ethan might be found sitting lazily by the side of the river, ignoring his bobbing fishing line. And whatever soldiers might be there, could be asleep. Home wasn't that far away.
It didn't work that way. Snow wasn't a sign of home. It was a natural occurrence, one that held echoed comfort. There was no home for a seeker. Seeker, some worthless title Serena had given herself to make her crusade seem important, to give it weight. There were times people on the road had been impressed by her title: Seeker Leigh. She did have to admit, she rather liked the way it sounded as well.
Seeker or scout. Sister or enemy. It didn't matter. This woman was hungry. Roads weren't always kind. Coin wasn't always plentiful. Times like these, where she was drained and hungry, she wished home was really over the hill. She wasn't one to give in. There was no giving in for her.
Inspiring thoughts lay broken by streaks of brown moving passed barren trees. Serena drew her bow and followed. Ahead, digging through crude snow, stood three deer. Arrow notched, she crept forward. Her attention focused entirely on the deer, Serena stepped into deeper snow. She wasn't prepared. Her foot twisted and the woman fell. Her grunt scared the beasts off. The deer bolted.
Serena launched up and chased. Caught by some unhappy whim through this unmerciful disaster, she followed fast and followed faster till their tracks this woman bore. The deer outpaced her and Serena broke out of brush, unaware of the elven woman working beside her.
"Damn it." She muttered.
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Within a few moments the persuer of those deer emerged through the brush beside Lydia. The elf spun in her heels and held the dagger up in defense towards the creature. A woman stood beside her, Lydia's harvest was crushed under her boots. Her blue hair and red outfit stood out within the frosted woods. With her, a bow and quiver. A hunter. The woman gave a long exhale as a sign of relief. The grip on her dagger lessened.
Lydia remained low to the ground to avoid startling the woman. The woman hadn't seemed to notice her yet. It made her uneasy to think about surprising someone who had been armed.
"You were close," she told the woman. Lydia kept her voice low and gentle, hoping to announce in that way she meant the woman no harm. Slowly, she slid her foot forward so she could get the balance needed in order to stand. Lydia kept her gaze on the woman's eyes. She tried to read them and any movement that this hunter would make. "Look, I know this area pretty well. The deer off toward the mountains. You might be able to cut them off if you head north."
Serena turned towards the cooing voice. Her surprise hid well. This was the first time Serena had seen an elf and it was somewhat disappointing. She expected foaming moths, actual knife ears, and perhaps a taller build. It was unimportant.The supposed savage seemed nice enough.
"Close." The seeker said, letting her bowstring relax. "I've wasted enough energy chasing after them. Eventually, you just gotta let it go."
The woman found a small hint of irony in her own words. Though she hadn't lost much, the trials in hunting her brother down had been minute and numerous. "What brings you out here on your own? The chill isn't exactly comfortable for your kind. I mean low landers, people who don't come from the hills."
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With the hand loosed from the bowstring, the elven maid released a gentle breath. It was filled with relief. Lydia would live yet another day. She rose to her feet and dusted a bit of dirt from her dress. In the spotty light of the dense snow-covered wood, Lydia examined the woman in front of her. She was struck with a bit of familiarity, of which she was uncertian.
Her head nodded gently along with the woman's words, "That is true," she said slowly. She assumed the woman had coin to spare. At least enough where she had no family to feed.
She motioned to her basket. Its contents spilled on the ground or trampled by the other woman. "It's just a bit of cold. I was picking some herbs and mushrooms to make medicines out of. Not too many of the others are willing to come out this way, so there's always plenty to forrage around here." She lifted a broken mushroom cap up to show the other woman. It wouldn't be fully wasted. "It's no deer, and a little dirty, but this is safe for you to eat if you want it."
Serena grimaced at her mistake. "Oh." She returned the bow over her ebony back and sent the arrow back into hits diagonal quiver. "I'm sorry. If I had known you were foraging I wouldn't have come this way." Ginger hands took the mushroom. "Thanks. Look if you need help with finding more, I'll do it. I was part of a recon team back home and I'm pretty much immune to the cold. I kind of feel like I owe this to you."
The ice worn sun tried its best to shine the chill away, in truth it did fairly little. Frost wouldn't be beaten so easily. There were few herbs that could stand the snow and Serena knew them well. This place didn't seem that different from her usual spots, even if it was only slightly warmer.
The scout looked after the dashing deer. They were long gone and she only hopped that they might show up once more. Wandering around the woods might reveal them and so she was willing to do it.
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"I was curious about that. You seem a little bit under dressed for being outside in the woods." The woman wasn't exactly covered fully from head to toe. An entire arm seemed to be missing a sleeve, in fact. She had seen hunters in the past, so that missing sleeve probably didn't have any functional use. Though what would she know. She was only a nurse, afterall.
The woman had a strange air of familiarity to her. For a moment, her brows furrowed as she tried to search her memories for traces of this woman. She found none. Perhaps she had been a patient long ago. Lydia shook the feeling off.
Lydia's hands went to her basket. The elf maiden carefully begun weaving broken strands together. She wouldn't be able to be greedy and forage her usual amount, but the basket would hold a little bit of weight. Lydia pulled some moss from the ground and showed it to the woman. It was a chartreuse color and had many small leaves branching from it. "This moss grows on fallen logs around here. It's great when it comes to dressing wounds or treating rashes. Only problem is, it's pretty hard to spot covered in this frost. That would be a real treat to find. Of course there are other things. All mushrooms have an use to me. And the usual herbs: sage, mint, thyme, chamomile. You know what those look like?"
"It wasn't my plan to spend a lot of time in the woods, but hunting is a lot cheaper than buying something. Not to mention that it helps me with bow training."
Serena watched the woman in front of her work at fixing her basked. Intricate weaves left memorization difficult and after a few layers, she wasn't able follow. However, the seeker felt like she had seen enough to replicate it. She listened to the woman explain her ingredients.
"I can find those." She said at the moss. "But I don't know what the others are, except for mint. We used mint back home and my mom had sent me to get it a few times."
She pulled away, crunching her way through snow as she sought out the plants that defied winter. Sleet looked the same to most, but those from the ice tribe had grown to recognize its deceit. Light variations in the snow: Indentions, bumps, and groves betrayed winter. It was always a bit harder to find anything on logs, due to their rigid nature, but Serena felt like she owed this elf something. The last thing she needed was debt. Debt let people talk of you and she didn't need her name going anywhere she hadn't. Stealth would lose all meaning if Ethan heard her coming.
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