Brenna Morrow
a sprinter, learning to wait —
She found herself startled by the chatter of many birds, suddenly flying overhead, and was turning about to watch their progression, when a fawn suddenly burst from the brush from where she'd just been heading. Brenna took a surprisingly deft step to the side, narrowly avoiding a collision with its spotted frame as it bleated past her. And, while she should have expected the doe, as well, she did not.
Finding herself suddenly on her backside as the deer hurried after its offspring, Brenna released a yelp of surprise, and then a sigh. She was gracelessly making her way back onto her feet when the sound of an additional, smaller animal rushing through the brush caught her attention, and caused her to stop, focusing her alcohol-blurred vision on the brambles. Her hand found itself on the hilt of her sword, and she did her best to focus her mind on being at the ready to move said brambles to ensnare whatever little beastie was about to make its approach, raising her free hand in an attempt to magic her way into a pelt and dinner.
The first rabbit bolted through, unsuccessfully snared, zigzagging its way past her in frantic haste. The second, however, she managed to ensnare with a circular flick of her finger, though the mental focus and expenditure of energy made her head swim. The thorned plant tangled itself around it's hind leg as she'd wished it would, and she drunkenly scrambled forward (mostly on her hands and knees) to finish the task before it could break itself free.
One hefty thwack with her hilt and a few seconds later, she was proudly standing on her feet, with a fresh rabbit now dangling from her belt. It wasn't until a third rabbit, and a pair of squirrels, also made their escape past her, that she had the thought: something dangerous must be ahead.
She narrowed her eyes, and gave the narrow trail a dubious, yet curious, frown. At best, it was something worth trying to take on for a few more funds from the guilds or merchants. Maybe it would kill her, instead. And, at worst, it was another traveler. The first two options were enough of a motivation to send her in search of what was making the forest creatures run for their lives.
Unfortunately for her, it was a man. He seemed to just be standing in the forest, and if she hadn't made such a giant racket making her way towards him, she might have just turned right back around, and pretended he wasn't there. Besides, why were the animals afraid of him? she couldn't help but wonder, eyeing him somewhat suspiciously as she cleared her throat.
"You out here throwing rocks at the birds, or something?" she questioned, her voice moderately slurred. To be fair, she did the same from time to time. She wasn't truly one to judge, and if that was honestly what he was doing, she might even consider joining him.
Finding herself suddenly on her backside as the deer hurried after its offspring, Brenna released a yelp of surprise, and then a sigh. She was gracelessly making her way back onto her feet when the sound of an additional, smaller animal rushing through the brush caught her attention, and caused her to stop, focusing her alcohol-blurred vision on the brambles. Her hand found itself on the hilt of her sword, and she did her best to focus her mind on being at the ready to move said brambles to ensnare whatever little beastie was about to make its approach, raising her free hand in an attempt to magic her way into a pelt and dinner.
The first rabbit bolted through, unsuccessfully snared, zigzagging its way past her in frantic haste. The second, however, she managed to ensnare with a circular flick of her finger, though the mental focus and expenditure of energy made her head swim. The thorned plant tangled itself around it's hind leg as she'd wished it would, and she drunkenly scrambled forward (mostly on her hands and knees) to finish the task before it could break itself free.
One hefty thwack with her hilt and a few seconds later, she was proudly standing on her feet, with a fresh rabbit now dangling from her belt. It wasn't until a third rabbit, and a pair of squirrels, also made their escape past her, that she had the thought: something dangerous must be ahead.
She narrowed her eyes, and gave the narrow trail a dubious, yet curious, frown. At best, it was something worth trying to take on for a few more funds from the guilds or merchants. Maybe it would kill her, instead. And, at worst, it was another traveler. The first two options were enough of a motivation to send her in search of what was making the forest creatures run for their lives.
Unfortunately for her, it was a man. He seemed to just be standing in the forest, and if she hadn't made such a giant racket making her way towards him, she might have just turned right back around, and pretended he wasn't there. Besides, why were the animals afraid of him? she couldn't help but wonder, eyeing him somewhat suspiciously as she cleared her throat.
"You out here throwing rocks at the birds, or something?" she questioned, her voice moderately slurred. To be fair, she did the same from time to time. She wasn't truly one to judge, and if that was honestly what he was doing, she might even consider joining him.
— a marathon runner, and my ankles are sprained
