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Weeks of travel had led to this. It had not been her choice to start this journey, but then again much of her life's choices had been made for her as well. Why should this one be any different? A gust of wind, rushing up the verdant, grassy hillside, whipped her ponytail behind her. The air was fresh with unfamiliarity, of wolves, livestock, trees, flowers and more. All this resembled her homeland and yet differed enough to unsettle even the unwavering heart of the cinnamon girl. The leather tasset around her waist fluttered with the skirt it covered with the last strength the gust could muster. Footpads touched the gully below for only a few steps before beginning the climb up another hill.
Had she really deserved this? To be cast off in this foreign country? Was she really such a threat that those who claimed to cherish her as a part of their town had exiled her for being related to her father? The girl could only wonder, for it was too late to change anything. Indeed it was a waste of energy to even think of trying to change it. It was best to just move on and start a life in this country. She was young after all, and trained in most matters related to survival and in civilized society. A faint, forced smile crossed her lips. This shouldn't be too hard.
A hand moved to adjust the belt at her mid-riff, returning it to its proper alignment with the rest of her hunter green and leather clad outfit. Her hand then rested atop the carved pommel of her sword, nimble fingers tracing the delicate etchings in the wood to keep them occupied. In another few strides she crested the top of the short hill and her sea green gaze surveyed the land before her. Inhaling deep she analyzed the strong scent before her. Such a heavily marked area likely defined the border to claimed lands. It was a simpler and less labor intensive fashion of declaring ones borders as opposed to wooden fences or walls that her former home had adopted. She dared not take another step forward. Trespassing was never a good way to make a first impression. By now she was surely in the lands she had heard tell of, the packs of the northern reaches of this land that were so rumored down south. This was her first to encounter, and from her hilltop perch she could already see the beauty of the lands. Hopefully the inhabitants of such an appealing home would be equally pleasant. Knowing full well the proper behavior of a prospective new comer, the young femme pierced the air with a melodic call both to announce her presence and politely call for an audience. She saw no need to venture to a different land at this time, and if she was allowed she would make this land her home. Travel was tiresome and though she was not likely to admit it she missed being useful to others. Indeed she had many skills and most of them could help her survive on her own for awhile, but sharing them with others was so much more rewarding.
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