The Riverland Swamps

[Esthalia]

Neviha sat with her legs crossed, under the nearest tree to watch the hustle and bustle of the camp. Gazing at the flickering fire that her couple travel companions had set up. She wondered to herself exactly why she had been chosen to go out into the middle of the forest, considering the two that she was with had done it many times before.
Zachiea and Tarm were experienced  foragers and she was only a newblood hunter. What good was she too them?

Esessar followed his Elf over to a tree where she sat down and crossed her legs. He trotted over and plopped his head into her lap and rested there as she pet him. It was a delicate touch with even hand movements. Something you would expect from such a great archer. 

The elf's hand moved to smooth down Esessar's back, delighting in the natural calm her was able to give her despite the change. Neviha looked down at her black skinned boar, eyes narrowing as she gave him a decent scratch behind the ear. She wondered how she ended up so lucky-- to have such a way with nonverbal creatures that seemed so natural and unexplainable.

Soon enough, she would go out into the dark with them to search for the materials they were sent for.

[Dedtoo]

Z'Greel was excited. He had never been this far out from the swamps before. Here, it was far dryer than at the base of the trees back home! And the trees weren't nearly as big as the home-trees! He wasn't quite used to the small branches, but leaping from one to the next was getting easier, as he got used to it.

Yet as the evening came, he decided to rest. No use wearing himself out during the cool night, after all. No, much better to rest by a warm fire, and giving Azyandra a chance to catch herself a few flies in her web. Z'Greel himself had eaten before he left, and was in no hurry for at least the next couple of days. By then he'd probably found himself some food, and probably seen a few interesting sights!

[Esthalia]

Without any sort of sense for time, Neviha found herself gazing out into the darkness between the trees. Compaired to where they had come from, the black void seemed to expand and deepen the further into the forest you looked. If you hadn't been there before, like Neviha hadn't, you would be terrified.

Zachiea and Tarm had all the supplies packed and ready to go, walking up to the young elf as she sit beneath a pine tree and stare into the distance. Her hog alerted her with a snort before Tarm could reach down to her and set his hand atop her shoulder.

"Come now, we've  gotten everything ready. Time to head into the wood..." there was something loose ended about the way the elven man said that, but Neviha just decided to swallow her nervousness and nod her head.

"alright, lead the way"

[Dedtoo]

The Lizardkin's little rest was suddenly interrupted, as he heard something approaching. He quickly got up, grabbed his spear, and climbed up the tree he'd been resting against. With his sharp claws and experience with having done so for many years, it only took him a moment to get into the safety of the branches and leaves.

It didn't take long for a curious creature to approach the glow of the fire. A fox, it would seem, as it poked it's head out of the bushes, sniffing about at the odd smell. Probably one that had never been in the swamps, as it seemed very interested in the place Z'Greel had just been sitting.

Yet Z'Greel didn't feel like killing the poor creature. Z wasn't hungry, he had no need for it's pelt, and he didn't like killing something for no reason. So he simply hissed loudly from his place up in the tree, making the fox jump, and flee out from the clearing.

The greenscale jumped down and sat himself down again, preparing to enjoy a night of rest, before a new day of exploration.