[Center][h3][Color=Crimson]Amara[/Color][/h3]
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Having been used to the simple life; Amara had made her living as the village's healer and selling hand-made things at the local markets. She had taken after her mother, when it came to her knowledge of herbs and their healing properties.  Spending hours picking all sorts of herbs and flowers with magical properties in the forest clearings and around her village; before creating tinctures, and pastes to ease discomfort and to help with the healing of variety of wounds. Everyone in the village, had always liked going to Amara. For the young woman knew what she was talking about when she offered her aid and help, to those that were injured. Having a natural pull towards helping people and healing magic. But why she had such a pull towards that chosen skill, was something she had yet to discover fully.

But since everyone had witnessed the mysterious bright lights in the sky; weird things had been happening. Strange energies seemed to linger in the air, Amara noticed that the sudden weather change had also impacted on nature. Some of her regular herbs had died out from the immense heat, whilst others seemed to thrive more in the sudden warmth. But for now, she had been well stocked up on herbs. But once she'd run out of those that seemed to be scarce; than she would worry about where to find them and if they would ever return to a good growing state.

It had been a few days journey to the capitol for her, away from her home. But Amara was soon welcomed by the familiar sights of the large walls and fancy buildings. The hood of her red cloak, shielding her blonde hair from the damp atmosphere. Glancing up towards the cloudy sky. It seemed like it would be raining soon enough, yet again. As she made her way to the meeting place, Amara wasn't counting to get lost amidst the marching soldiers. Whomever had requested this meeting, had certainly chosen the wrong time to meet up in the court-yard. Her petite height, made it bit more of a challenge to see if someone was waiting for her arrival. It was by sheer luck that she spotted someone standing around in the court-yard through the sea of soldiers.

As Amara made her way over towards the male that was waiting; she had a slight apologetic expression. Not sure how long he had been waiting. Hopefully not too long. [Color=Crimson] "Mr Reinhart?" [/Color] Amara questioned, wondering if this was the man that had requested her presence. Or if it was someone else. But the young woman was curious, whom she was dealing with for the time being. [Color=Crimson] "I hope you weren't waiting too long, it's been a bit of a long journey for myself. The dreary weather hasn't been much of help." [/Color] Amara apologised.