Faline smiled softly when Toren spoke of the farmers they passed working the meadows as if the fear of sickness and disease didn't exist. She appreciated his attempt at lighting the load of the awkward silence. Even Simbel joined in, commenting on how comforting the howls of wolves made her feel at home. 

Faline walked backward briefly to speak with the gray-skinned woman with an understanding expression. [color=f6989d]"I lived in the Evergreen Forest with my parents when I was young. There is something about being so intuned with nature that they begin to speak to you,"[/color] Faline replied to the full Elvian woman before she turned back around. 

It was Amandine's comment about the symbol on her quiver that made the redhead pause as a familiar feeling clutched at her heart. She gulped softly as Amandine continued to speak about the one who owned the quiver and bow before her. Tears began to bubble up but Faline shook her head for a moment to clear her thoughts. [color=f6989d]"Yes, he was a great warrior, indeed."[/color] was all she said and let herself fall silent until they got to the edge of the woods. 

The morning sunlight hadn't quite reached the area yet. The tall trees still darkened this area of the meadow. This portion of the area seemed a bit more chaotic in a natural way. The variety of wildflowers turned to forest flora sporadically while the meadow's brome grass folded over in waves, indicators that the shepherds didn't graze their animals this far. 

Faline was about to suggest that they stop and rest a moment when something didn't feel right. She stopped her stride and then put up her right pointer finger to her mouth. Faline cupped her ear to listen. No birds chirping or rabbits scurrying, just complete silence. She quietly took off the heavier parts of her pack and drew her double daggers.