Romilda
Newbie
The ties of the tent come undone. As the flap falls open a wooden chest gets dropped outside of the makeshift dwelling. Following after it with a slight jangle of metal Romilda goes and drags herself out, a slight groan as she straightens out. Raising her arms to the sky she stretches until the she hears the satisfying cracking of her back. Tying her hair away from her face she begins to make her way over to the near by creek, grabbing a small bucket along the way. Crouching down she takes a moment to look into the forest. The trees stretched on as far as she could see. A few birds flitting back and forth between the branches. Sky a bright blue, though the sun had not been out for long enough to take away the morning chill.
Hearing the faint sound of giggling and the sight of a small bubble floating by Romilda dips her bucket in to the water and makes her way back to the safety of the city outskirts. After giving her face a quick scrub she reaches back into the tent grabbing her satchel and sword before carefully closing her tent back up again. Looking towards the Lux there seemed to be very little movement with in the streets as usual, but no sounds of clashing swords, or casting of spells yet. Going and taking a few more moments to try and remove the stiffness from her joints, she settles down against a tree facing the the Lux.
From her satchel she first pulls out a small crocheted doll, and seats it next to her, and placing its arms in its laps. Once happy with the placement she reaches in again and pulls out a a needle and thread, a stack of paper, and some miscellaneous tools for her work. She begins her work by folding the sheets and cutting them in half, one after another. She could have tried cutting them in a stack instead of one at a time, however she needed the tedious task to help make the day go by faster. Every now and then her eyes would glance up and have a quick sweep of the area, ears wide for any approaching unwanted giggling trick playing guests.
Hearing the faint sound of giggling and the sight of a small bubble floating by Romilda dips her bucket in to the water and makes her way back to the safety of the city outskirts. After giving her face a quick scrub she reaches back into the tent grabbing her satchel and sword before carefully closing her tent back up again. Looking towards the Lux there seemed to be very little movement with in the streets as usual, but no sounds of clashing swords, or casting of spells yet. Going and taking a few more moments to try and remove the stiffness from her joints, she settles down against a tree facing the the Lux.
From her satchel she first pulls out a small crocheted doll, and seats it next to her, and placing its arms in its laps. Once happy with the placement she reaches in again and pulls out a a needle and thread, a stack of paper, and some miscellaneous tools for her work. She begins her work by folding the sheets and cutting them in half, one after another. She could have tried cutting them in a stack instead of one at a time, however she needed the tedious task to help make the day go by faster. Every now and then her eyes would glance up and have a quick sweep of the area, ears wide for any approaching unwanted giggling trick playing guests.