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Not far off from the group proper Cassia skipped her way through the forest. The relatively clear underbrush of Amalril made it easy for her to keep the rest of them in sight, and occasionally she could hear snippets of conversation drift her way. It felt... good to be back out in nature again. Sure, the city was was closest she'd call to home right about now, but being away from civilization felt like [i]home[/i]. She had half a mind to follow the woodsman's example and scale the trees around, though for more childish reasons than doing any proper scouting ahead. The rattle of her pack, weapons, and armor dissuaded her from that; she wasn't as confident as Tristram that branches would hold her weight.

She smiled, one foot sliding in front of the other as she balanced her way down the trunk of a fallen tree. With half an ear Cassia listened to Léon and Tristram speak after the latter had dropped to the ground, their voices distinct from the rustle of trees swaying in the breeze and bridsong that permeated the air.

"[color=orange]I am an artist![/color]" Cassia chimed in, her golden hair swinging as she hopped down from a moss-covered boulder that her meandering path had taken her too. "[color=orange]But uh, I ain't got no paints or nothing, if that's what you mean.[/color]"