The day was warm, much so that Kalia had to get out of the sun to avoid overheating. She had been weeks on the trail of a criminal, and yet nothing to be found. Her annoyance was evident, but she had no time to be peeved. All she needed was a bit of time to herself. She had a handy amount of gold from ripping off bandits, but not much other than that. It was enough to keep her alive if she really needed it. Kalia drew in a deep breath as she yawned, pearly white fangs flashing before she leaned her lithe body up against the thick trunk of a tree that stood fifty men in height. It was an old giant. and its branches told the story of its long history. She could be considered a shaman, a magic user in tune with the world around her. Her spear sat next to her as she carved away at the statue she had been working on for weeks. It was the figure of a dragon, still rough and lacking detail, but her claws would do the detailing. She need to make some refinements to the wing angle and the joints, but her claws would do the detailing on the scales.
Before her the river stretched out to her left and to her right, a beautiful crystal blue river that reflected the sun's light. It was a lazy afternoon, puffy clouds floating aimlessly on their way past the glaring sun with its arc over the world, stopping for no man or woman. Kalia yawned again and set the carving down, walking to fill her water skin and to see if she could clean herself a bit better. She was such a vain creature that she actually put stock into her appearances more than most. However, she had met some female humans, and she was not quite as vain as them, but still, she loved knowing that she was looking her best.
