Aoife stood upon her tree, six redwoods intertwined and spiraled upwards until they split again, their branches making a complete canopy beneath them. The mountain cave that her teacher had, influenced her decision. But she wanted to make her own monument to nature, growing and sculpting this was how she managed that. It was still a young tree, only 186 years old, but it was still plenty massive.
She touched the red hair that she was used to, letting it flow in the wind. She wondered if she should learn elements so that she could control the wind her hair flowed in, tier one elemental couldn't be too hard to attain and it would help her fly better. She sighed at the idle musings, an elemental ability would be beneficial, but she feared that it may simply not be in her wheelhouse.
Her eyes glowed blue and her robes colorshifted from the white to blue as she scanned the trees around her. The insects that she made sure succeeded filling her mind. There was an immense population of praying mantids, rhinceros beetles, dragonflies and butterflies. Crawling over the tree and filling various webs were spiders of many sizes and shapes.
She held a bow, some would say it was anachronistic considering modern rifles, but she liked the simplicity, and the ability to make her own arrows. There was someone who was seeking her, not for immortality, but for something else. She awaited their approach.
She touched the red hair that she was used to, letting it flow in the wind. She wondered if she should learn elements so that she could control the wind her hair flowed in, tier one elemental couldn't be too hard to attain and it would help her fly better. She sighed at the idle musings, an elemental ability would be beneficial, but she feared that it may simply not be in her wheelhouse.
Her eyes glowed blue and her robes colorshifted from the white to blue as she scanned the trees around her. The insects that she made sure succeeded filling her mind. There was an immense population of praying mantids, rhinceros beetles, dragonflies and butterflies. Crawling over the tree and filling various webs were spiders of many sizes and shapes.
She held a bow, some would say it was anachronistic considering modern rifles, but she liked the simplicity, and the ability to make her own arrows. There was someone who was seeking her, not for immortality, but for something else. She awaited their approach.