A sigh heard in the woods

Arching her back painfully as the sun light creeps through brightened green leaves of a large oak tree. Her arms and shoulders aching from bug bites and sunburn, as her fair milken skin now speckled bright red. Drareswen yawns loudly and streches out on the log she fell asleep on. Although its not the most comfortable of things to sleep on, it will have to do. Sighing loudly in a happiness that all have felt at sometime in there life, a sigh that you know your happy, that you know atleast part of you is whole for one reason or another. Slowly standing up her toes streching and grabbing at the blades of the moist grass she must say that it IS good to be back in the Glade. Slowly she walks through the soft and well grown grass, her body still recovering from her trip, her shoulder still a little bloody from still not having a warm bath. Slowly Drares makes her way to the Inn wondering if anyone even realized that she was gone. Her skills in the world of knowledge sharpened more on the savage side but lessened on her own heritage. Quietly she opens the door to an empty tavern. The sound of the door swinging open with its soft creak as she steps through. The place still intact just as the night before she was taken. Swatting hard at the mosquitoes that trailed anf followed her from her bed on the forest floor, she orders a glass of milk and sips at it slowly.
Lylander seemed happy she had returned as did a few other slightly familiar, not to mention missed, faces. It did feel good to be home. "Hmmm," she thought letting out a soft sigh and smile. "This is my home." It felt good for her to truthfully say that she was home. Wether she was missed wasn't important anymore, but now that shes thankful for everything that has happened is. Her face sustained a peacful smile for quite a long time thinking of those who welcomed her as the rest of the problems that seemed to be going on didn't quite matter. Vampires invading the glade more frequently, drows still stirring about, a few hunting of elfs. Sure she'll be on her toes.. but she knows that her toes are firmly planted in her home. In Tel Ruid.

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> Arching her back painfully as the sun light creeps through brightened green leaves of a large oak tree. Her arms and shoulders aching from bug bites and sunburn, as her fair milken skin now speckled bright red. Drareswen yawns loudly and streches out on the log she fell asleep on. Although its not the most comfortable of things to sleep on, it will have to do. Sighing loudly in a happiness that all have felt at sometime in there life, a sigh that you know your happy, that you know atleast part of you is whole for one reason or another. Slowly standing up her toes streching and grabbing at the blades of the moist grass she must say that it IS good to be back in the Glade. Slowly she walks through the soft and well grown grass, her body still recovering from her trip, her shoulder still a little bloody from still not having a warm bath. Slowly Drares makes her way to the Inn wondering if anyone even realized that she was gone. Her skills in the world of knowledge sharpened more on the savage side but lessened on her own heritage. Quietly she opens the door to an empty tavern. The sound of the door swinging open with its soft creak as she steps through. The place still intact just as the night before she was taken. Swatting hard at the mosquitoes that trailed anf followed her from her bed on the forest floor, she orders a glass of milk and sips at it slowly. > Lylander seemed happy she had returned as did a few other slightly familiar, not to mention missed, faces. It did feel good to be home. "Hmmm," she thought letting out a soft sigh and smile. "This is my home." It felt good for her to truthfully say that she was home. Wether she was missed wasn't important anymore, but now that shes thankful for everything that has happened is. Her face sustained a peacful smile for quite a long time thinking of those who welcomed her as the rest of the problems that seemed to be going on didn't quite matter. Vampires invading the glade more frequently, drows still stirring about, a few hunting of elfs. Sure she'll be on her toes.. but she knows that her toes are firmly planted in her home. In Tel Ruid.
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