[color=#00fa9a][center][h3]Isla[/h3][/center][/color]


Isla sat on a large, smooth boulder, sunlight pouring over her. She was cross legged, hood of cloak folded back and equipment like her bow and satchel laying all about her. The blind huntress had been sun drying some strips of meat into jerky at this spot for a couple days, and now she was enjoying her patience by nibbling on a piece. She had become creative in her cooking methods since she refused to use fire. With her free hand, Isla scratched at some of the scar tissue on her right arm, exposed thanks to the baggy linen shirt she wore having the sleeves torn off it (they had been awfully puffy and simply got in her way). The off white men's shirt was tucked into some actually well fitting, if not tight, brown rough pants. She had traded for them a couple of months ago, needing the pockets it afforded for her small daggers she was so fond of. The 24 year old carried some basic, flat sandals in her bag, but almost always walked barefoot. The feel of the earth beneath her feet often guided her and shoes simply got in the way. Because of this, her slender feet were usually caked in dirt, leaving footprints if she dared enter an actual establishment. For now though, Isla was enjoying a cluster of trees and creek around some rolling hills. She often felt more at home alone like this than in villages anyway.

Isla swallowed the last bit of the jerky piece she'd been chewing, before fiddling with the edges of the dark hood hanging out around her neck. Her grey, white eyes stared aimlessly out in front of her, wisps of dark brown hair tickling her features occasionally when a crisp breeze would float by. Despite the state of her feet, they were very clean fingers that ran along the edge of the cloak before pulling it up and over her figure. Methodically, as if she had all the time in the world, Isla began packing her things, one ear listening to her own noise, the other ear taking in every other noise around her. While packing she also sniffed the air periodically, feeling in her gut that a settlement was merely a half days walk away.