Grouse Thicket roll for initiative

lmaoooo 'often.' Poor Germ <3

He moved to the side—her eyes followed him. A delicate tilt of her head—the carefully placed mask of a girl raised to keep her cards close to her chest.

He mentioned family—she couldn’t quite fathom such a statement. Family was meant to preen—to carve from wood what would be in their stead—hoping wood would give way to stone, much like themselves.

Saccharine, then, an eyebrow rose upward. Her own form pushing past brush, to now surpass him, as she went to navigate what she assumed was the correct direction from the web of trees, trying to ignore the rapid pulse of nerves as she felt further enclosed.

Thankfully, she caught flash of clearing. She didn’t wait to see if he followed—did not respond to his musings of family and what that implied. A family man, it seemed. A family man with friends who ran away from him.

She had not missed the scars that adorned his flesh—could not help but recall the untouched fur and skin of her own brethren.

Nobles did not fight.

Nobles ordered others to fight for them in what they believed was out of respect and adoration to their crown.

Only when she emerged from the thicker foliage did she give pause, a roll of her shoulders back--a satisfied huff of breath offered to the cool autumn air.
Only when