To know every twig and pebble

[Cassia Calidus]

[html] It had only been a few days since Cassia and Oak had made their journey to Vinatta from Berwick. Of course the duo had quickly felt at home within the lands and had joined. She knew her woodsman friend would be able to convince his family and Tayui to make the journey as well for Vinatta had much to offer the group. Her explorations had been limited these past couple days having not strayed far from the area of Jordheim that Lilin had shown them. Today, however, the warrior huntress was on a mission to see the entirety of the pack's boundaries. Clad, as she most often was, in her ornately crafted pieces of leather armor and her weapons Cassia planned to walk the Vinattan borders, learning where they ran for her own knowledge. The fact that she was part of a pack was very comforting for a number of reasons though mostly it meant that she did not have to be so paranoid about potential assault from other loners, an everpresent worry that both she and Oak had shared on occasion in Berwick. Her relaxation was evident in the relaxed pace she took as she simply walked, noting what trees, boulders or other geographic features dotted the edges of Vinatta's lands.

Her long, mahogany tresses hung unbound as she strolled on, her soft but strong hands occasionally folded in front of her, resting on the pommel of her sword, fidgeting with the long sleeves of her blouse, or occupying themselves in some other absentminded task. For a moment she almost thought of pulling her bow from its resting place on her back to pluck the rhythm of a song stuck in her head on its single string. The thought had raced from her mind when the memories of her training almost attacked it. Never use a weapon for something other than its intended purpose! The warnings of the old legionnaire in the land of her birth filled her mind, scolding her for such lax, foolish behavior. Even when trying to relax the Calidus girl struggled with the habits of her old regimented lifestyle. She appreciated the good habits and traits it had instilled in her, but the fact that it was sometimes so difficult for her to behave normally frustrated her. It did not occur to her that she had changed so much from the day she had first entered the 'Souls lands all those months ago, so much for the better. Had Oak been there and somehow read her thoughts (as he always seemed to do), he would have informed her of just how much she had changed for the better and how she was being too hard on herself. This realization brought a smile to the cinnamon girl's lips as she thought of what Oak likely would have said to her. She could not wait for him to return with the rest of the group from Berwick. For now, though she would just have to enjoy her walk and await his inevitable return. There were many things to occupy herself with now that she had found a new pack to call home. [/html]