[ Sorry about the wait, Xphy! I've been crap with time management lately... ]
It wasn't that Ash didn't like returning to the Draconi Forest, but sometimes it felt like she was admitting defeat whenever she did. It had been three months since she had left Baile with Mykhen to start the Crann na Déithe, and she had started with optimism and fervor, not willing to let in the thought that she might just fail. She was being pretentious, she knew, to think that, where centuries of other people had failed, that she could succeed – but if that pretentiousness could save her life, then she'd cling to it with everything she had.
But even Ash knew when she needed some guidance, so, hesitantly, she suggested that they return to Baile, just to stock up on supplies (and some morale). Whenever the duo returned, everyone was always more than happy to see them, to offer them warm home cooked meals and cheer them on with all their hearts. And Ashara was homesick, although she wouldn't admit it, but maybe you could see it in her face. Just this one little trip home, was what she wanted. Then she would get serious – then she'd buckle down. Secretly, she also wondered if she'd see Bríathar lurking about in the forest, but she knew that he had left this place long ago. Some memories were palpable – if you kept them too close, they'd choke out all of your reason.
They took to the trees. It was a little trick Ashara had come up with on the road – how jumping from limb from limb could mix up the boring tedium of walking on the ground. At first she had been horrendous at it, but she was getting better – a blur of red, zooming across the treetops. Granted, as usual, when it came to physical activities like this, Mykhen was better at it then Ash would ever be, and Ash couldn't help but envy her talents a little. She laughed, and was about to pick up her pace, when she noticed that someone was on the ground floor above them – someone with a strange, nearly familiar aura.
"Mykhen, wait!" Ashara whispered, her voice carrying through the rustling of the leaves. She stopped, watching the figure down below, as she pulled what looked to be a bird from the bushes. From what Ash could see from afar, the bird had been bloodied – perhaps injured greatly. But the figure noticed it as well, and closed her hands over the bird, and seemed to be healing it, with some inner aura. Ah, that's what had looked familiar – she had the aura of someone who was connected to nature. A druid? A Talún druid? "You think maybe she's from Baile?" Ash wondered, looking over at Mykhen. "C'mon, let's go bother her! Maybe we can travel to the city together!"
Honestly, the only way to find out was to ask, right? Ash waited until it seemed like she was almost done with her healing, then jumped down from the tree, landing dangerously close to the elven woman, taking a moment to orient herself. She grinned, looking up at her. "You're pretty talented with healing, miss!" she noted, placing one hand on her hip, looking at the bird she clasped in her hand. "Are you travelling to Baile too?"