Lian usually woke at dawn, and today was no different than any other day. The wandering troupe of elves were usually up and about by the time the sun rose. As she sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, her sensitive ears picked up a sound from outside, one that didn't sound quite humanoid. She knew it wasn't Senlin, her little dragon, as he was still curled up next to where she had been sleeping. "Hm..." she murmured to herself as she stood up, stretching as much as the tent would allow her. Once the cricks and cracks had left her stiff, sleepy limbs, she quickly pulled on her clothes, a green tunic along with a pair of plain brown trousers, both of which hugged her body snuggly. A pair of sturdy brown leather boots were pulled on, and lastly she tied up her hair with a hair tie. Perhaps later she would change into something more alluring, but for now, it was time to investigate.

When she saw the osprey with the letter on its back, she immediately put one and one together. A smile came to her lips as she read the letter. Well, this was a lovely turn of events! She hadn't been sure whether her application would be accepted, and her companions had simply scoffed at her. She had persisted however, and it was satisfying to know that she would soon be able to say "I told you so" to them. She tucked the letter along with the identification card in a pouch she carried around her waist, making sure it was secure.

"Come, Senlin." She peeked into her tent once more, beckoning at the little dragon to come along. He blinked at her for a moment before, as quick as a snake, he made his way to her, climbing up her leg and then her arm, settling himself around her neck, tail wrapped around her upper left arm. The way he moved was almost like the slithering of a snake, yet he was simply using his taloned feet, with her now clutching on to Lian's clothes.

"Off to Timber Moren then!" she declared, a grin on her lips, a twinkle in her blue eyes. She merely waved at the now rousing elves as she headed out of the camp. She seemed to have no luggage of her own. Perhaps she didn't own any, or perhaps she simply didn't care.

When she arrived at the gate and had subsequently walked through, she couldn't help but smile genially at the lady who was the gatekeeper. "Thank you very much," she replied. "You're quite the pleasant gatekeeper, aren't you? I would be delighted to have a cookie, as would my little friend."

Once the two cookies were in hand, she bid the lady farewell before looking around. Her sharp eyes caught site of the lumber-wagon, and she headed over. It didn't look like much, truly, but Lian was used to the bare minimum, and she wasn't the fussy sort. She noticed there were two others there already, and they seemed to know one another.

"Good day," she greeted, deciding it would be best to show she was a pleasant person and not a snooty uppity sort that many elves were thought as, and rightly so. She would have continued talking, but decided not to when she saw they were conversing. Instead she looked toward the gate expectantly, noting the newcomer who had been pretty much spat through. Was she also part of their group? Lian settled down in the wagon, waiting to see what the answer may be.