The path had become a whole lot more rough than she could have expected. Then again, not a lot of roads probably went up a mountain did they? She couldn't be sure, but she was almost positive there was nothing but dragons up in the snowy peaks. They had loved that place, hadn't they? Well, she would be very careful to avoid such things, things that could ear her whole if they so chose to.
Right now she could travel through the deliciously cool forest. Not many paid much heed to her however, she was so short, but in this thicket of greens and browns, she stuck out like a sore thumb. Mostly because she was pink. Now, the Drow would often call humans pink bags and what not, but she was truly pink, not that delightful peachy colour humans had, but honest pink. Almond coloured eyes stared through the forest as she walked, leaving cloven hoof prints in her wake as she did so.
There was no hurry at this time, and she wasn't being chased. At least, she didn't believe she was. The small creature had unusually large ears, ones that stuck up almost a foot over her head, and they started on the side just like any other Fae, but...moved upward and ended in a very long sharp point. She could pick up sounds for miles around if she wanted to. As always she chose the lighter clothing, that allowed more freedom for herself.
Stretchy white shirt that clung to her body, outlining her petite figure. The sleeves travelling right down to her wrists which were covered by a small pair of black fingerless gloves, leather of course. A pair of slim black shorts that ended at her knees, and of course no boots. Heavens no! That would slow her down, besides, she couldn't walk on hot coal in boots, but with her hooves she could go almost anywhere.
Something caught her attention however, something odd. Breathing. There wasn't a voice to it, but something was odd about it. It sounded large...and...she wasn't sure what the forest was saying about it. She had lost contact with trees long ago, so she would have to concentrate real hard to hear what they wanted to say.
Ah!
A person. It was a person!
The pink skinned woman suddenly darted off, moving fast as she hurdled over roots, fallen logs, and any other debris that might slow her down. She was a curious sort, and someone alone in the woods usually meant a lot of trouble.
Nothing she couldn't handle though.
She quickly came upon the supposed intruder. It looked just like a somewhat tired young woman. Well, she couldn't let the strange woman catch her, so she would do her best to hide in the tree line, but even still...pink amongst green wasn't hard to spot. She would have to stay near the trunk so she could hide behind it.