Sohalia
It was inevitable that Soh would one day find herself back in the Oerwoud; it had been among her favorite places to explore, and meandering through the forest, whether on foot or wing, gave her a sense of peace that she hadn't felt since.... well, for a while, anyway. On this particular day, she had decided to explore the Undergrove, and so it was that she wandered amongst the undergrowth, her journal open in her hand to a new page, mapping out her path as she went. Every now and then she would stop, lean her notebook against a tree, and jot down a few notes or make a little sketch, but for the most part, she was content to just get the general layout of the area. She'd save the more detailed cartography for a later date. Today was just about relaxing.
It was a hot and humid day, and Soh had piled her long, blonde hair on top of her head in a messy bun. Despite the temperature, she wore a long-sleeved shirt and pants to guard against various insects, and boots to try to avoid any potential snake bites. She looked like a proper explorer, all whites and beiges, picking her way through the Undergrove with the care and patience of someone well-practiced at doing just that.
She stopped for lunch in a little hollow and sat cross-legged on the ground as she dug about in her bag for the sandwich she'd packed. It was roughly noon, by her approximation, and if she continued to explore for another few hours, she'd have to make camp and stay the night in the Oerwoud. Not that it bothered her, if she made the appropriate precautions. If she wanted to make it home, though, she would have to turn and retrace her steps to the skyship she'd chartered for this particular expedition.
She was so deep in thought that at first, she didn't notice the strange cry echoing through the underbrush. But after a few moments, she paused in chewing her sandwich and cocked her head to one side, listening intently. It sounded like a bird, maybe, or perhaps a mewling kitten; she wasn't entirely sure, but she was certain that it sounded like it was in some kind of trouble. Perhaps it had fallen from a nest. Finishing off her sandwich and brushing the crumbs from her hands, Soh rose gracefully and began checking the nearby bushes, following the source of the noise to try and pinpoint its source.
It was a hot and humid day, and Soh had piled her long, blonde hair on top of her head in a messy bun. Despite the temperature, she wore a long-sleeved shirt and pants to guard against various insects, and boots to try to avoid any potential snake bites. She looked like a proper explorer, all whites and beiges, picking her way through the Undergrove with the care and patience of someone well-practiced at doing just that.
She stopped for lunch in a little hollow and sat cross-legged on the ground as she dug about in her bag for the sandwich she'd packed. It was roughly noon, by her approximation, and if she continued to explore for another few hours, she'd have to make camp and stay the night in the Oerwoud. Not that it bothered her, if she made the appropriate precautions. If she wanted to make it home, though, she would have to turn and retrace her steps to the skyship she'd chartered for this particular expedition.
She was so deep in thought that at first, she didn't notice the strange cry echoing through the underbrush. But after a few moments, she paused in chewing her sandwich and cocked her head to one side, listening intently. It sounded like a bird, maybe, or perhaps a mewling kitten; she wasn't entirely sure, but she was certain that it sounded like it was in some kind of trouble. Perhaps it had fallen from a nest. Finishing off her sandwich and brushing the crumbs from her hands, Soh rose gracefully and began checking the nearby bushes, following the source of the noise to try and pinpoint its source.
