Winding On Down The Road... [Open]

[WHISPER]

She needed to tread carefully here. Very, very, very, carefully. Quiet. Don't breathe. Hold your breathe, watch for leaves, upturned roots, twigs. Anything that could make noise. Gods, I hate walking through the Grasslands. Those Tribal leaders are always so... Over dramatic. Dexter stopped walking and slowly crouched down, she needed a break, she'd been walking for quite awhile, and the two guards who were originally with her had both been killed.

Thankfully, she was just a little bit faster then both of them. Then again, she wasn't wearing the traditional armor of her kingdom. Not like they had been wearing. She just sported a green tunic, pants, cloth shoes with rubber bottoms, and a brown sash tied around her waist that held her sword in place. In her hands, however, were what was left of her guards. Bits of armor, cloth, a letter one of them had from their wife. Ever since the attack, Dex had carried this stuff around. She needed to take something home to be buried, or burned, or kept, whatever the deceased relatives wanted to do with it. I tried to bring them both home. Dex wouldn't be able to forgive herself too easily for this. She felt responsible for their deaths. Though, in reality, it was her parents fault.

Something snapped behind her, and Dex nearly jumped out of her skin as she whipped around. Her eyes were wide with fear, surprise, and a bit of annoyance. She'd had enough of this place. Just another day or two, and she'd be almost home. Damn, the Moon Valley was better then this place.

Standing up once more, she muted the clink of the armor with her cloak and started to walk off once more. Finding the shadow of the trees more reassuring then the sunlit field she was stuck in. At least here, she'd be able to hide better.