Ravensblood Forest Who Are You, Really?

Dainty and light upon her feet, the woman is an odd mix of muscle and grace—much of her still needing to fill out and grow into her proper size. Alas, Annaliese returns once more to the Wilds, having survived the winter travelling southbound for awhile. She had been a fool to travel during such harsh conditions at such a young age, alas the yearling has hardened with new experiences.

Her pace softens, though the ice of her eyes stays strong—observing the strange trees that litter the area. At first she paid them no mind, but upon closer inspection the way they weep what appears to be blood fascinates her. Drawn to them, fate decides to play a cruel game—her trot slows, until she halts with her head lifting high. Blue eyes stare upon a familiar face, and at first she cannot believe a sister stands before her.

“Alice.” She almost questions it, but she knows it can be no one else.