kindred
Drift gently...
It had been a bird which had brought her the call from the Warden. The meeting had been so tense (emotions running wild as panic took over the populace of Delumine due to the poacher) that she had not been able to give him her name, let alone figure out where they were meeting for this patrol. So, upon receiving the note about midday she had made her preparations, emptying her pouches of needless herbs and ensuring that instead they had helpful, premade tinctures. Her hair braided up and out of her way in case they needed to run, or fight (though she would strongly prefer it to not be necessary).
She had stepped up to him and received a nod, which she returned in kind with a “Warden Andras,” before adding, “I’m Kindred, by the way.” Her eyes peered over the map and then out to the land before them, steeling what little was left of her nerve – muscles taut, but certainly capable. “As ready as I ever will be...” she confirmed, stepping off not but two strides behind him.
The sound of hooves clipping the roots and rocks behind them was what had caused Kindred to turn her head back, catching sight of another equine with gold adorned on her limbs – a striking contrast to the dark hues of her appaloosa coat. She blinks, taking in everything that was said, brain mulling over the idea of having all the actions ‘documenting’ but deciding it might be for the best, especially if she and the Warden managed to happen upon something useful. “Kindred,” she offers, “Pleasure to meet you, Llewelyn. I suppose that could be useful.” Then, she turns back to the Warden. “I suppose the last sighting location might be the best to start, though I am open to whatever you think best...” After all, she was just here to try and see if her knowledge of concoctions and potions from animal and plant parts could play any part in why they were poaching.
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Holy crap, I'm alive. I'm so sorry ;-;
@Andras @Llewelyn
She had stepped up to him and received a nod, which she returned in kind with a “Warden Andras,” before adding, “I’m Kindred, by the way.” Her eyes peered over the map and then out to the land before them, steeling what little was left of her nerve – muscles taut, but certainly capable. “As ready as I ever will be...” she confirmed, stepping off not but two strides behind him.
The sound of hooves clipping the roots and rocks behind them was what had caused Kindred to turn her head back, catching sight of another equine with gold adorned on her limbs – a striking contrast to the dark hues of her appaloosa coat. She blinks, taking in everything that was said, brain mulling over the idea of having all the actions ‘documenting’ but deciding it might be for the best, especially if she and the Warden managed to happen upon something useful. “Kindred,” she offers, “Pleasure to meet you, Llewelyn. I suppose that could be useful.” Then, she turns back to the Warden. “I suppose the last sighting location might be the best to start, though I am open to whatever you think best...” After all, she was just here to try and see if her knowledge of concoctions and potions from animal and plant parts could play any part in why they were poaching.
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Holy crap, I'm alive. I'm so sorry ;-;
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... Into Oblivion
