A walking stick had became her companion whilst on her journey, digging it into the ground a bit deeper and deeper with each step she took. Dia was NOT used to this type of exercise. She kept very active within the limits of her village, but never had ventured out this far or for this long in her entire life. Within the last mile she took the stick and tossed it onto the side of the road, a breath escaping heavy from her lips as took a break. Her hands placed on her hips as she looked up towards the change of scenery. 

The Domain of the High Elves had never been seen by Dionaea only heard about and seen drawn in books and imaginations. She was still surprised and a bit in awe as she began approaching more steadily, her woven backpack low on her back filled heavily with her supplies of a days worth of travel. She approached closer, spotting several people already gathered. Was she late? [i]"Damn."[/i] she muttered, hoping she wasn't late to the meeting. She picked up her step, getting up there quickly. [i]"Pardon me, I'm sorry for being late."[/i] she excused herself, her petite body quickly finding a seat for herself. Was that rude? She stood up again quickly. [i]"Sorry again, I'm not sure if we're supposed to sit."[/i] she admitted, a laugh escaping her lips.