DearSunshine
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The cool, autumn day had a slight briskness to it. Alluria Truesinger, dressed in her silks and leathers layers, was hardly bothered by it though. She sat on a middle branch of a strong tree, her back against the trunk as she watched the deer roam about beneath her. Keeping her movements very still, her bow still in her hands, she watched.
The elven woman was rather small for an archer of her kind. Not more than 5'6", she did not have all of the stately height of some of the others. She carried herself with the pride of her people though, knowing every path and grove in the entire Forest. Her pale skin had a healthy glow about it, and her features were delicate and kind. She had always loved archery more for the precision and dedication than the actual hunting aspect. Alluria would have let the deer below her go actually, if it hadn't been so needed to bring in the meat.
The breeze moved a few of her long white blonde hairs in front of her clear, bright green eyes. With her free hand, she moved them back behind one of her long, pointed ears to stay in place. Those few movements had made her lose precious seconds, and it seemed the deer were already moving on ahead. With a sigh, she started down the tree to try and quietly track them ahead, unaware of anyone else's presence but her own and the animals in the forest as of that moment.
The elven woman was rather small for an archer of her kind. Not more than 5'6", she did not have all of the stately height of some of the others. She carried herself with the pride of her people though, knowing every path and grove in the entire Forest. Her pale skin had a healthy glow about it, and her features were delicate and kind. She had always loved archery more for the precision and dedication than the actual hunting aspect. Alluria would have let the deer below her go actually, if it hadn't been so needed to bring in the meat.
The breeze moved a few of her long white blonde hairs in front of her clear, bright green eyes. With her free hand, she moved them back behind one of her long, pointed ears to stay in place. Those few movements had made her lose precious seconds, and it seemed the deer were already moving on ahead. With a sigh, she started down the tree to try and quietly track them ahead, unaware of anyone else's presence but her own and the animals in the forest as of that moment.