[h3][color=7bcdc8]Roxas[/color][/h3]
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Roxas has laid down at some point, but turned he body slightly to see that more people had joined the encampment. She finally stood up, dusting herself from her carving session, grabbing her bow and moved past the tree and Tillius. Her eyes drawn to his shield once again. She gave a small smile to herself, moving to her bag and grabbing a leather wrap.

The elven healer found herself standing Tillius and his shield. Her eyes scanned it as quickly as she could, taking in the details before she plopped herself against the tree; but not in the way of trying to disturb him, perhaps on the other side of the tree from him. She opened the wrap, revealing more intricate tools and grabbed one, starting to carve out the shape of a shield form the block she had made from the fallen branch.

As she carved into the wood now, she pulled at her magic; letting the charm on her quiver pull it into her mana system to let her use it. Soft swirls and tendrils of silver with flecks of amber starting to whish and gently lap at her as she carved; it looked almost ethereal.