Towering trees surrounded the narrow path on which Elowen found herself. After walking for so long, everything was beginning to look the same, and it was quite…
dull. The young dryad stared blankly ahead of her, hoping for any sign of, well, anything to happen. She
knew that eventually the forest would thin out, giving way to civilization and new opportunities, but until then, she'd just have to put up with her boring situation. As she paused to rest for a moment, she blearily observed the forest around her, noting that the patches of light that had been shining through in parts of the canopy had darkened, meaning it would be night soon.
Elowen sighed exasperatedly, blowing a tuft of her green hair out of her face. Briefly, she took a moment to smooth out her long locks and adjust the strange new clothing that the sorcerer had given her; unfortunately, they didn't seem to fit. She still didn't understand why others insisted on covering certain parts of themselves, but she had not been able to question the sorcerer thoroughly about it. Perhaps this would be one of the things she could learn about once she reached a town. The thought of it was nice, so she added the strange clothing to her list of things to learn about. Once Wen had recollected herself, she set out once more along the path, with newfound curiosity driving her forward.
Her brisk walk came to an abrupt end when she– quite literally– stumbled upon a small campsite. Honestly, Elowen had not even noticed the giant log in her way because she was too focused on what was farther away. She let out a frightened yelp as she tripped and fell ungracefully onto her face, then proceeded to curl into a ball until she was no longer sore. When she felt like she was going to be alright, Wen sat up and studied herself. Her pale hand was stained with red, but she looked to be otherwise alright, though she could feel a bright green bruise forming on her left cheek.
With a sigh, she glanced up to observe the small campsite she'd landed in. It didn't seem big enough for more than one person, but she could have been wrong. After all, she really didn't know anything about other species and their needs other than what she'd heard from stories. Wen remained on the ground, her exhaustion finally catching up with her.
"Whose camp is this?" she asked softly, unsure of whether or not she should expect a response, yet feeling the need to ask anyways.