Mentioning: @Blizz@baraquiel@Eviledd1984
When she'd left the tavern, it had been with the intention of seeking out Dion but instead, Guritag found herself wandering about the town. There was a certain feeling in this town she couldn't quite place when she'd come in. Too many people gave her too many glances, as she was still such a sight to see for them, so she'd resolved to spend more time on these streets. Guritag wandered about, stopping here and there, addressing curious questions and pretending not to notice as people stared, up until the night began to close in, and they had grown somewhat used to seeing her walking about.
Until she was just another odd face in town, no need to pay much more attention to, and thus their subtleties began to emerge.
It was in the wary glance toward the forest that a worker on his way home tried not to make-- the forced aversion of a child's eyes from the silent tree-line as they walked with an elderly woman. It lurked in the hushed conversation and avoidance of certain roads-- the twisting of nervously sweaty palms as one woman's pace sped up, as if running from the forest. A small child ran past Guritag at a call from his mother as she stood looking at the forest. Paying him no mind, she stood off to the side of the road then, observing the people he'd left behind.
Squinting, Guritag's brows eventually raised after she placed their faces-- the Elf and the Nervous Man Formerly-About-To-Be-Punched from the inn. Guritag watched them in silence for a moment, unslinging her horn from her back with gentle swiftness, as the shaky man pointed at a nearby building. With a hum, Guritag stared into the forest then, as a tune drifted into her mind.
She lifted her horn, tilted her stetson low, then began to play a rather haunting melody. It was as if she were serenading the forest itself in the night, on the edge of town, as she played seemingly for no one else but those dark trees-- as if she were playing a tune that fit it.
