King Elk Forest instruo

when germanicus resurfaced with weirwater running in rivulets along his greytoned pelt, it was to meet the eyes of another outsider to the kingslend blood. she wore the robes for it, however, if not the acceptable burnbrown russet this elk god so favored. gaze a hue better suited for the edge of a shoreline.

"hail," the guard grunted, drawing back up to the bank a polite distance away while he might cast the worst from himself in a spinning spray. "have you need of me?" came his question, wondering if the elegant observer wished an escort through the forest still new to many of them.