(OOC: Okay so this my first post here, so go easy on me okay?)
(IC:)
Nahar walked aimlessly down the streets of Adela, her feet leaving faint footprints and making not a noise upon the dirt. The clouds above her closed in on the pale cresent moon, stopping all light that would otherwise made this darkened world a bit more bearable. A few brave stars poked out between gaps in the clouds, determined to make their light visable to guide travellers below. Nahar shivered and pulled her cloak tighter around her, and threw up her hood to hid pointed elven ears. No need to announce that fact to a strange world that she was not certain would accept her. She shivered again, not from the chill of the night this time, but from sheer nerves. She felt the darkness swirl around her, enclosing her in its bitter grasp. Normally she would not fear the night, indeed, back in her native land she spent many nights alone in the forest under the light of the moon and the stars. But here, who know what the darkness brought?
She continued down the streets, avoiding the lonesome alley's and glancing helplessly at the signs hanging from buildings she past. Although she could speak the Common tongue, she knew little of how to read it. For all she knew she could have past twenty inns by now. Finally realizing the predicament she was in, she concluded she needed help. And preferably fast.
Glancing around her she noticed a man talking to another man, both huddled in the corner of a building, whispering fiercely. Nahar gathered up her courage and started slowly, unsurely, walking towards them. One of the men, noticing her approach, swifty threw his head around and met his eyes with her. A cold stare, filled with years of anger and lost hope was what she received. A scowl barely visiable beneath his cloak told her that to take one more step closer would be foolish. Grabbing the hilt of her knife under her own cloak, she hurridly rushed away, taking care to be quick but not to run, for running to her showed fear.
Going a bit futher she saw a lone tree braving the grow in the chaotic civilization that was Adela. Finally, something she knew. A sigh of relief escaped her and echoed through the silence around her. Her eyes brightened like that of a starving man who had just been offered food. She ran up to it and threw herself down at the base, feeling the warmth and sercurity that its bark offered, then sat down. Then suddenly every scrape and bruise that had occured over the last four weeks came rushing back to her, and tears welled up in her eyes, than ran silently down her cheeks.
How stupid was I to have left! she thought, What possessed me to leave the comfort and sercurity of home behind? Everything that I knew and loved? For what? To wander lost and hopeless around the forgien forests and this unwelcoming city? I should have listened to everybody! They had warned me that there was nothing but grief beyond the borders of our land. How right they were! Oh, I wish I was back home, safe under the watchful eye of the trees untainted by mortal wounds....
Staring out again to the desolate streets, she brushed the tears away. No need to show weakness in such an unforgiving place. She huddled up, and clung to the desperate hope that perhaps someone would see her and feel pity, untill then, there was no rest.
(OOC: okay, I hope that was good enough! Hopefully there aren't any big mistakes. :P )
