![]() “That depends, what are you doing here in this part of the forest? Are you lost?” ![]() “I hope you’re not going to be loosing that that thing at me” he says. She calls again louder this time and the stranger responds this time. Curious now she comes up onto the shore and partially out of cover, her bow raised and aimed in no uncertain terms at the man.in a flat cap, this is most odd. There is no response and the Human is even looking in a different direction, as if they had not heard. “Who goes there? What’s your business in this part of the forest?” She calls out from cover ![]() She calls out from her cover out of his sight. It’s a human dressed in black, very curiously dressed for entering the forest, but suggests they are not trying to conceal their presence. She nocks an arrow and wades slowly in the water, trying to remain silent as she moves into cover that will let her see better that area. More movement on the shore, something darker, not an animal. Generations of her kin have watched over it, not knowing its true purpose or function, just its importance to continued freedom of the Faire races. She doesn’t mind her watch shifts in the summer, she gets to stay cool in the water, it’s the best position to guard the cave behind the waterfall that contains her races sacred Sphere. She sees movement in the trees and becomes alert, she relaxes its just a faun come to drink. The Centaur patrols the pool below the waterfall, enjoying the cool water on her legs when everywhere else in the forest is warm. They had tried using tattoos on her skin,some of which still remained on her forearms,but they were not a fraction as effective as cutting the designs into her flesh. So under the light of each new moon, the Elders set to work on her with the ritual knives, to replenish her magics potency. The markings didn’t half hurt when they were carved into her skin, revealing the dark flesh below, but they were what gave her power. To try and alleviate the discomfort she would wear as little as she could get away with and stand in the sun after the marking ceremony. The fresh wounds were sore today,but they had to be endured.
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