The night was Soma's least favorite time of the day, and the biggest reason was because of all of the creepy creatures that either wanted to spook or eat you, which the young elf definitely didn't want to happen to her. That's why she summoned a ball of light into the palm of her hand, bright enough that she could see at least ten feet in front of her as she trudged through the thick forest. She had her hood pulled over her head, hiding her long green hair that would've blended in with the rest of the forest. She carried her wizard staff and not much more besides the clothes on her back.
Soma yawned greatly, poking the bags underneath her eyes. She had been up all day looking for what'd she had lost, the small bottle containing the crushed petals of a black rose, which she seemed to only be able to find in this region. She'd simply forgotten about the vial until she'd gotten home, then remembered, even then exhausted at the thought of scouring the forest for one little thing. It was bad luck that she wasn't a more advanced mage, then she could've used magic to track down the vial but now she had to physically search for it without any help.
Soma didn't see the tree root sticking out of the ground. "Oof!" Soma lay in a heap, her staff a little ways to the side and the light completely gone. She spit dirt out of her mouth. Now her entire outfit was dirty and covered in leaves. She sucked her teeth and got up, snatching up her staff. She was about to light up her hand again when she noticed another source of light through the trees and foliage. "Hm?" Soma crouched and snuck over close enough to see who, or what, was over there.
Soma saw a young woman with red hair. She raised an eyebrow and stared, wondering what was going on. Maybe she should ask about the vial, but she doubted this woman knew anything about botany, let one a Black Rose, one of the most mystical ingredients to any potion. Maybe this girl was a rogue, or some other bad person. Soma frowned and was about to turn around when suddenly her staff sparked and a caught on fire, but it was magical fire.
Squealing, Soma tried blowing it out, shifting from foot to foot. She shrieked as she waved it around, not catching anything on fire, and then she simply threw it down and leapt on it, squeezing her eyes shut. A moment later she opened one eye and listened, then she quietly lifted her head, blushing. "Uhhh, I'm okay!"
She tipped-toed out of the bushes and stood close to the fire, standing awkward and nervously. "Er, hi, UHMMM-" She scratched the back of her head, gulping. Soma had no idea why she was so nervous. Her face and her ears were reddened and she was shifting around nervously, her hands feeling sweaty. Maybe it was because she felt like the woman knew about how bad of a mage she was. "Good thing Mother didn't witness that…" she mumbled to herself, mouth quivering.