Imirria leaned against a rough tree trunk, looking towards the thickening trees with a slight grimace. Gathering with Thaddeus and the others in the small human city of Woodhaven had been a pleasant respite from life among the forest elves, and the young half-elf was was disappointed to see herself returning to the Dark Forest so soon. In truth, she admitted, their progress could have been quicker, but it still felt all [i]too[/i] quick at the moment. Part of her felt somewhat guilty for leaving her family to go on this quest, one she felt she had no real place in, but the offer had been too tempting to refuse. She had been wanting to go off and travel for some time now, experiencing a need and desire to make her own adventure and challenge herself, though those plans had been delayed by her mother's illness. Now that her mother was finally beginning to heal and they were back among the elves, Miri had eventually talked herself into leaving. Besides, she felt that her mother and brother must be somewhat happy to be back among their people and homeland, even though they adamantly refused such thoughts when speaking to her. It would be easier for all of them if she were away. She frowned. Hopefully they wouldn't be going near the Val'dannis clan on their way through the forest.

With a sigh, Miri pushed herself upright and wandered back to where the rest of her new companions seemed to be lounging on the grass. She noticed Gryffyth Wolfsblood race into the forest on his wolf's back, most likely to hunt. They may both have been from the forest, but Miri was sure Gryffyth would know the area in a way she never could; she had been so young when she left for the first time after all. She sat down near the others, legs folding under her, and listened in to see what they were discussing. She was apparently just in time to hear one of Peren's wise comments. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at his bravado just barely, before replying. "I wouldn't tie your sword to its sheath just yet. The Dark Forest, unfortunately, isn't much like the Southern cities. Though it's not as if the cities were always safe, I suppose," she added on as an afterthought.

She leaned back on her hands, enjoying the warmth of the sun. "Only now we need to worry about ridiculously large cats and temperamental elves." She arched an eyebrow before dryly adding, "I'm not quite sure which one's worse."

She looked curiously over the odd assortment of travelers. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the bison. She had never ridden a bison before. Indeed before now she had never known anyone who had, though Warwick seemed to manage it rather skilfully. The rest of their party was intriguing as well. From the city elf to the human bison herder and everyone in between, it was an interesting collection to say the least.  Miri was extremely curious to see why and how Thaddeus had selected this little group, though she was more curious as to what it was the Watchful Man expected from them, and just what they would find once they truly began.