[right][h3][b][i][color=7ea7d8]Professor Walnut[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=7ea7d8]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color] [color=7ea7d8][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Forest: Front Gate [color=7ea7d8][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A [color=7ea7d8][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4 [color=7ea7d8]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color][/right] Walnut was humming to herself in an effort to break the silence as her carriage traveled through the woods. She couldn't help but appreciate the haunting beauty of the woods, with the occasional noises of the various creatures. The atmosphere was chilling and she adored it, though hearing the calls of the birds caused her to jump and clench the carriage seat a little tighter. Her heart was hammering much like a bird when they sounded off, yet it didn't stop her piercing eyes from looking out the window, hoping to spot a glimpse of a wolf or another terrifying beast. When the carriage came to a halt and Walnut existed, she ignored the driver as they explained that they'd see to the carriage themselves. She wasn't going to drive her own carriage naturally and the driver didn't have an invitation, so she hardly cared as they left. With the harsh temperatures, a horse was out of the question - and she couldn't help but be a bit amused, seeing those that had arrived by foot. However, her eyes widening as she spotted a man with a raven on his shoulder and she did a little hop, as if stepping over imaginary cracks or performing an odd dance, to move away from him, her eyes never going away from the bird. Yet at the same time as her heart was hammering, staring at the winged devil, she felt an intense pull to him. [color=7ea7d8]"Oh this will not do, this will not do..."[/color] Walnut muttered to herself. She hardly payed attention to the menacing speech of the guards and the terrifying dogs and guns didn't phase her - [i]but that damned bird![/i] If it so much as moved, she was going to run and scream. Most likely in that order, unless plans changed. It was essentially a rodent with wings and she just [i]knew[/i] it was going to peck someone's eyes. Preferably not hers. She loved her eyes. Continuing to do the best as she could to avoid the bird, as much as she felt drawn to the man himself, she walked up behind an opinionated woman in a black and red gown, hearing the power dynamics and social lines already begin to come into play. Once it was her turn, she showed the man her invitation, still just staring at the man with the raven. Her eyes didn't leave the beast even as she walked through the gate, the seeming blood on top of it hardly phasing her.