—  @dokkcebi.

ionia was by no means foreign ground for her to tread… but being among the trees felt like a memory ; something lost over the years and struggling to break surface once more. she was neither lost nor certain she was on the right path ; the deeper one went in the ionian forests? the less obvious trails became. it was then that a stir of noise called the warrior’s attention, hand drifting easily to the hilt of her broken blade, callous fingers curling instinctively. should she speak, her mind wondered with curiosity. amber eyes scanning the vicinity for anything obvious, her skimming gazer was met with another rustle and a swift blur of motion.

             ❛ — … ❜     her grip stiffened further, wrapping around the leatherbound hilt of her shattered sword ; she was ready… her stance rocked toward defensive. whatever she was about to encounter? it was getting ever closer and should she need to, she would fight.