Aelia barely had time to struggle nor scream before she was thrown to the ground by a strong hand that had lifted her with ease. Routinely she ensured she rolled on the ground to lower the impact of the landing, turning to see a massive face of a scowling orc. [color=c4df9b]"Another young one, hm?"[/color] He growled [color=c4df9b]"Then I assume you are not aware of the rules we have about hunting during this time."[/color] Now at this point Aelia would have some snark remark to shoot back, whether it be confusion on this fast-paced scene or the orc's intimidating figure, she couldn't bring herself to say anything, not that she had the time before woman spoke from behind the orc before kneeling by Aelia, and wrapping an arm around her shoulder. 

Aelia just sat in silence as the odd pair bickered, barely a clue in what was going on before the woman walked over to the gazelle, placing her hand to hover over the beast. For a quick moment a small collided with the body of the Gazelle. Aelia was at a loss, what the hell was going on? That was when the beast slowly rose as if it had just taken rest by the stream and not just been put to death. Slowly and carefully the woman slid the arrow out of the animal's head and placed her other hand over the wounds, a slight glow showed from the edge of her hand and, quite promptly, the Gazelle bounded away. Aelia slowly rose to her feet. Who were these people?

[color=c4df9b]"Talia, you mustn't do such things in plain sight."[/color] The orc warned the woman who had collapsed to the ground, sweat beading her forehead. She didn't say anything but dismiss his words with a wave. That wasn't magic as it? No, it couldn't be! Magic was nothing but history now, alongside the Anuirean clan and their land possession. Magic was nothing but a whisper now but this woman.... what else could it have been? There was no logical explanation, not that magic was entirely logical even if it was still around. Aelia attempted to push thoughts from her mind but she couldn't, they pressed against her head demanding answers. The orc was slightly further from the red-haired huntress, should she run? No, he was stronger and bigger than her, he probably could catch her with ease. In her head she thought through many solutions to get out unharmed.

[color=c4df9b]"What is your name, child?"[/color] The orc asked, his tone still not ringing kindness in the young huntress' ears. She pursed her lips.

[color=00aeef]"And who's inquiring?"[/color] she spat, folding her arms and looking back at the orc. Truthfully he intimidated her, scared her even, he had the advantage both height and strength-wise, but she wasn't going to show such a feeling, or she was going to try and cover it up at least. She then slowly slung her quiver of arrows over her shoulder, followed by her bow. [color=00aeef]"I have no idea what is going on with you two but, thank you for losing my perfect kill and throwing me on the ground, it's been fun, but I'm going to go hunt elsewhere,"  [/color]she snaps before swiftly turning on the spot and starting to head east.