#raventeresi

Shenuvun is sitting in the woods outside Eterna, reading a rather interesting treatise on Aetheron, when she hears light steps approaching. Slowly, she raises her head and tilts it in the direction of the walker, eyes narrowed as she awaits for the interloper to arrive. Shoulders tense, she gathers her magic on her gut and waits to see if it is to be a friend or a foe. She suspects the latter, but it is better to assume the best so near Eterna. She wouldn’t want to accidentally hit someone with friendly fire again. Fingers tapping against the cover of her book, she waits, until a faiman comes into sight and she blinks in surprise. 

Her steps are quick and graceful as she walks through the Feywilds. In her bag, she carries the herbs and seeds Val’shira had asked her to collect, and in her hand there is a pocketwatch she keeps glancing at as she moves deeper into the forest. Shenuvun isn’t necessarily late, but with the threat so prominent and near, every second wasted is a second lost. They don’t have any seconds to lose. Not as they prepare against the Dragon of the Night’s march, and all that entails. 

She is hurried, focused on following the path to the Moongate, but she knows these paths. She knows their sounds and their silences, so she is alerted of the presence of another in the forest by noise even before she lays her eyes on the faiman from back then.