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@wistrias

“hello there wolf! would you like some jerky? i have not made a four legged friend in quite some time. we don’t get a lot of dogs in the mines! now it seems we have two!” 

         wistria takes the jerky from the dwarf's hand as soon as it is offered to her. it feels good to bite down on something rather tough that fills her tastebuds with joy, and she only distantly listens to what bren is speaking of. she is curious about why a dwarf continues to dwell in these mines that wistria thought to be abandoned, though in this form she cannot hope to ask her what her purpose in remaining here is. 

   swallowing the last of the jerky, she presses her nose closer, sniffing bren’s hand for more.

the woman was….very strange. thaldan wasn’t sure how to put it into words though. he’d seen plenty of odd and strange things in his life but wistria was something else. but at the end of the day she practically saved their ass with that bear transformation. he was happy to have her around now. “it’s your shirt now. you don’t have to worry. if you need something else i can see what i can get for you.” he said. “how are you feeling though?”

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Kieran took a step back reflexively, catching himself before he tripped over a stray branch.

What an odd behavior for a fox—for any wild creature, really—to approach a person like that so readily. Even somewhat domesticated, as this fox was a companion of one of their own…it just felt odd. Like there was more intelligence behind those amber eyes than Kieran knew.

He noticed Silas a moment later.

“Was there something that frightened her?” He dodged another nip. “I’ve not seen her like this. Was it something in the fog?”

        she was unsuccessful and unhappy about it.   it took only a few moments for the stranger from the forest to catch up.   wistria considered if the being was simply a figment of her imagination,   conjured and reinforced by the thick fog,    but then the ranger spoke to him and she had no choice but to turn and stand between the two.

        of  all  the  things  silas  had  found  in  the  forest  over  the  past  seven  centuries  ––  visions  of  lost  loves  long  passed,  songs  carried  on  the  billowing  winds  of  the  mist  from  a  lovely  voice  far,  far  away  ––  he  had  never  happened  upon  something  quite  like  this.  a  fox  in  their  midst  ––  cunning  indeed,  crafty  as  her  chosen  form,  truly  a  trickster  to  have  all  the  lost  souls  in  the  forest  fooled  ––  like  a  riddle  to  be  spoken  and  unraveled  under  their  very  noses,  and  yet.  and  yet.  

         his  footfalls  falter,  shift,  gentle  and  near  silent  as  they  land  on  the  mossy  ground  of  his  ancient  home,  stepping  through  the  fog  that’s  blanketed  both  his  body  and  his  mind  for  over  half  his  lifetime,  green  eyes  narrowing,  zeroing  in  on  the  furry  red  frame.    ❛  how  curious,  ❜    he  remarks,  words  barely  a  breath,  head  tilting  as  he  watches  her  as  she  moves  through  the  mist  that  nearly  swallows  her  whole,    ❛  why  do  you  hide ?  ❜

        i do not hide, i am in plain sight.     of course, she could not speak those words. her ears only drew back in displeasure, not fond of the thought that another being had so easily discovered her nature. with eyes turned into slits, she made a yipping bark. it was a warning-- she only wondered if the being    ( man ? elf ? wizard ?  )   would understand without her having to bare her teeth. 

     then, she heard the crack of footsteps. her ears shifted to the sound, head rising, nose turning. she did not hesitate to jump out of place, hopping from one moss-covered unearthed tree root to another until she appeared in front of the ranger. she nipped at his ankles, attempting to turn him around and back in another direction. 

allyria was as wary as ever after their walk through the disorienting forest. and yet she still could not bring herself to look away. it could have been a vision or a tangible deception but it was not in allyria’s nature to let any living creature suffer. even if it would cost her life, allyria would heal. she knelt carefully in front of the young woman, quiet and calm. the woman did not seem afraid, so allyria reached into her bag and began to pull out the necessary supplies. 

“if you let me clean it, the wound will heal faster.” 

     she pressed the leaf in between her fingers. she could not make out what the elf was pulling out of her bag, she could only hear the sound of rustling below her. she knew she could be calm, allyria was among the easiest to distinguish, her long coats gave her away quite quickly, still, there were thick threads of defense keeping up. 

[  &&. closed starter  ;  @faunalynamaranthae  ]

[   &&. closed starter  ;  @fortielen   ]

        she pressed a leaf against the wound in a mere effort to clean it, knowing there were no healing factors in the plant. the ripped skin above her eyebrow was bloody and sore, and it was an injury that she had sustained in the body of the fox during their stay in gilder. unlike past encounters, a villager had not been happy to see a fox approaching and threw a well-aimed rock. when she shifted back into her regular body, the wound opened up. 

[   &&. closed starter  ;  @thaldan-rotmiir  ]

         she was indignant about the monk discovering her true identity. she did not hide that she found it annoying, no longer being able to disguise herself as the fox. the body of the animal showed to be of more help than her real body in the forest, though she knew that to have the trust of the company that she could no longer hide behind the eyes of an animal. all she had was her blue cape, and she had no preference when it came to what she wore underneath. when the young elf came into view, her eyes lingered on him.

[     &&. closed starter  ;  @lucfleury    ]

[   &&. closed starter ! @silvanvs  &  @kieranargent  ]

            her eyesight is as good as gone. wistria has relied on sound to guide her through the forest after the thick fog settled, grateful of the fox's highly honed ears. still, that does not make up for the disorientation she feels being fixed upon her. this is not her first time entering the lost entlands, but back then, the beacon was still lit. the state of the forest was not as asphyxiating as it is now-- the chances of survival were greater.