There was a certain kind of peace to be found in this forest, and her footsteps were not rushed, though they were labored. She had hoped to find her quarry before nightfall, but it did not seem that it would happen this time around. She had spent days tracking the most recent criminal she had decided to track. Not two days ago she had run into a curious young dragon rider who did not ally himself with the government and military of Adela. She had been confused by it, but she became good friends with him and though they had gone there separate ways, she understood that they would meet again somewhere along the road.
the road that she was on passed deep through the heart of the Draconi Forest, a place she felt oddly at home in. It was like her homeland of the southern jungles. It was about midday when she came to a river, and, kneeling down by it, refilled her waterskin, a task she had not done for weeks. Gathering food was another one of those tasks, and it had not been done longer than gathering water. She was weary, and she couldn't see the harm in taking a rest for a day or so. She sat down and picked up a relatively decent sized piece of wood to begin carving.