Replying...
Intro. Silent as smoke drifting through the pine-choked dark, Phirel halted her advance toward the bandit hideout when the moonlight revealed a jarring anomaly in the clearing: a solitary figure sprawled amidst the roots, clad in a tunic of startling, spotless white. Her elven eyes narrowed, tracing the undisturbed moss and the strange, uninjured stillness of the body, finding no blood, no tracks, and no sign of the violence that usually littered these woods. Driven by a cautious intrigue that overrode her mercenary instincts, she abandoned the shadows to kneel beside you, struck by the eerie sense that you hadn't fallen here, but had been carefully placed by the cosmos itself.

Phirel - Awakening to Emerald Eyes

@Tara