Faegalad knew the feeling of being followed well. The feeling of being hunted was one she would never forget, although what she felt then was not quite the same. It was not malicious - at least, as far as she could tell - but… it still unnerved her. The forest around her was quiet, save for the strong wind rattling the branches above, but not even that could completely stifle the quiet steps behind her. Could not distract her from the way unease pricked at her skin, nor the urge to turn and confront whoever it was that dared to follow.
But, she kept onward, keeping her pace steady, as she forced her heart to steady. As she collected herself and braced herself for a potential fight, though she privately prayed it would only be a misunderstanding, or perhaps even someone she knew simply trying to mess with her. She certainly wouldn’t put such a thing past one of her brothers, though as far as she was aware, both were out with the Rangers again - far from where she was. So, she stopped.
Swiftly and without warning, Faegalad drew her sword and turned - pointing the tip beneath their chin, and directly at their throat. “I advise announcing your presence,” she said coolly, “lest you are looking for trouble.”
A smooth vault over a gnarled branch and her feet had barely met the forest floor before a weapon was drawn. Her ears pricked at the familiar sound of a blade being brandished, and her own dominant hand had already gripped the leather hilt of her dagger to meet the sword in response. But she didn’t push back, not yet. Her knees were bent, prepared to adjust posture in the event of escalation. Though threatened, there was no immediate fear in the way her blue eyes stared back at the stranger.
“Not all observers harbor ill intent,” she responded, a twitch tugged the corners of her lips into the hint of a smirk, “Some of us offer assistance.” The redheaded elf wasn’t unknown to her. Public relations, and many communications, with their kind in Lindon were strained, but it wasn’t unheard of for their messengers to pass through the wood.
“I am called Mariel. It is my duty to patrol this area,” she spoke frankly then asked after a pregnant pause, “Have you lost the path, or are you a misinformed trailblazer?”















