Sunlight warmed Rillian's rich golden hair and seemed to fuse into her deeply tanned skin, earning a smile from the healer as she strolled along an old, rundown path along the outskirts of the Woodlands. Some weeks had passed since she'd emerged there, and Rillian had settled into Caido as best she could. She still wore the garbs of a priestess that were her only connection to her homeland, but Rillian had been able to acquire new shoes and a basket that she used to gather new herbs in the woods each day.
She'd decided to explore this side of the forest to see if any new herb patches would appear. Her knowledge of Caido's plantlife was minimal at best, but through observation, detailed notes, and a little experimentation, Rillian was determined to learn how to heal with medicines as effectively as she used to with her magic. Rillian had still not fully come to understand the change in her own abilities, and she found it a source of frustration that her active mind and compassionate spirit were determined to resolve.
As her eyes scanned for any noticeable plant-life growing along the woods' edge, Rillian noticed a somewhat dilapidated structure, some sort of farmstead for livestock or to store grain, she thought. Curiosity spurred her on towards the old building, and she studied its form and angles with interest, fascinated by the shoddy materials that seemed so ineffectual compared to the polished marble and enormous blocks of sandstone used to build the structures of Eng'ahli, the city she'd known all her life before her journey to find the Portal in the Lake that had brought her here.
A noise drew Rillian's attention to the barn. She blinked and moved a little closer to the door, peeking through to see a silhouetted figure standing there.
"Oh," she said, a little startled. Rillian hadn't expected to find anyone out here. "Pardon me," she said respectfully as she stepped back from the barn door.
She'd decided to explore this side of the forest to see if any new herb patches would appear. Her knowledge of Caido's plantlife was minimal at best, but through observation, detailed notes, and a little experimentation, Rillian was determined to learn how to heal with medicines as effectively as she used to with her magic. Rillian had still not fully come to understand the change in her own abilities, and she found it a source of frustration that her active mind and compassionate spirit were determined to resolve.
As her eyes scanned for any noticeable plant-life growing along the woods' edge, Rillian noticed a somewhat dilapidated structure, some sort of farmstead for livestock or to store grain, she thought. Curiosity spurred her on towards the old building, and she studied its form and angles with interest, fascinated by the shoddy materials that seemed so ineffectual compared to the polished marble and enormous blocks of sandstone used to build the structures of Eng'ahli, the city she'd known all her life before her journey to find the Portal in the Lake that had brought her here.
A noise drew Rillian's attention to the barn. She blinked and moved a little closer to the door, peeking through to see a silhouetted figure standing there.
"Oh," she said, a little startled. Rillian hadn't expected to find anyone out here. "Pardon me," she said respectfully as she stepped back from the barn door.
