Hideaway Strath gypsy girl, where have you been

AW for anyone who might be interested in a merc thread (also @Kynareth Deagon and @Simmik for reference)

 

The halfling blended well against the backdrop of the Strath in the midst of winter, a moving silhouette of snowmelt wandering along the banks of the roiling river. The light of midday glinted off the surface, playing hide-and-seek behind a cover of dovedown clouds, and occasionally lit her eyes with a similar hue of gunmetal. 

On this day, the fae actively searched for her pack mates -- thinking to start her combat training. She might have sought out Kyn or Simmik to take them up on their prior offer of mentorship but the tantalizing perfume of pheromones about the territory had alerted her to the fact that they were, ahem, busy. 

She (of course) gave the couple their space, burying herself in the process of forging Aerin, Acolyte and Saint -- determined no longer to be Awenfen, plaything of Aliroth. If everything was to be different now, then she would need to be different. Better. Stronger. 

The sylph kept her eyes peeled as she wandered with the brook as her companion, its bubbling melodies the only conversation, searching for a sparring partner.