The Draconi Forest was quiet today, or at least this part of it was. Towards one section of the woods there was a cave with a waterfall out front. The water poured down a fast rhythm while its occupant was inside, preparing a cook fire to cook some of the meat she had acquired. A couple rabbits were now slung over a spit, close enough to the fire but not too close so that they cooked evenly throughout. A golden-haired elf of otherworldly origins sat behind the fire, occasionally turning the spit with a pair of tongs on hand, eyes completely focused on her task of making her meal.
Once the rabbits were done, Calabell carefully took them off the spit and laid them onto a piece of clean scraped wood since she had nothing else to use for a plate and set about devouring the food with a pair of makeshift chopsticks, really just two sharpened sticks she had peeled the bark clean off of, and sharpened the tops of them into points with her knife. Taking the last bite of rabbit, she finished licking the juiciness off of her fingers, then proceeded to rearrange a blanket she had spread out near the fire and laid down to rest for a bit.
Closing her eyes, she began to slowly drift off but kept one eye open for danger. It was something she had to learn how to do, and it wasn't too difficult considering her kind were light sleepers anyway. The slightest noise could wake her up. This of course, had its downfalls too, as it a lot of times prohibited her from getting any sleep at all! But it was better to be tired and cranky, than wind up as lunch for a basilisk or behemoth of a spider or something else equally nasty.
Calabell wasn't asleep long when a noise did in fact wake her. Sitting up, she grumbled as per usual, letting out a curse in Clarion, the language of the Bright Elves, and proceeded to get up and take a look. If it came into her cave, it was toast. More meat for her, that is if it was an animal. A person she would kill and then toss their stupid corpse out the exit, but far enough away from it. Not only to avoid being detected and some foolhardy do-gooder come to 'teach her a lesson', but the smell as the corpses decayed was absolutely horrendous. She definitely couldn't stand the stench. Not to mention the pesky flies.
Elven eyes piercing the dimness around her, helped out by the fire dwindling as it was, it still provided enough light for her to see by, including her enhanced elven vision. There was nothing in here that shouldn't be in here. Walking outside, she scoured her surroundings but it was even darker out here, her enhanced vision not able to pierce complete darkness. Summoning a faint light, she held the orb in her hand as she looked around, the shadow cast by the light bouncing around on the ground and nearby trees. Still nothing.
Thinking about what she should do, Calabell waited a bit longer to see if anything or anyone would show up. Hand grasping her knife by her side, she extinguished the glowing light and waited. Staying utterly silent, Calabell hid in the shadows, lying in wait to pounce upon anything that came near. It was only survival mind you, living in these woods had taught her such. Usually any 'visitor' that came by was not of the friendly kind anyway. Training her ears, she listened for the smallest hint of a sound out of place here.
