Morning Glory [Day 1, Early Morning]

[Alessia]

Propped up against a tree Alessia stirred, it hadn't been enough tI'm to manage to get into Ashford proper and manage a room. Forcing her to take cover from the storm in the forests, having found a place to sleep and set up her tent.

Near everything was wet, but she was dry and that's what mattered. Slipping out of the tent the woman stretched for the sky and let out a long yawn.

[Rahvin]

In the early morning light, birds chirped, flying over the small clearing. The nearby brook bubbled. Eyes peered out from the brush. All was right in the forest, it seemed.

[Alessia]

Alessia smiled up toward the sky, a ray of light making it's way underneath the canopy of the tree she had set up her tent beneath and graced her cheeks with it's warmth. A beautiful morning, to be sure. Turning away from the clearing she searched through her items, finding first her boots and slipping them on and finding her dagger next, sliding that into an easy to reach spot albeit hidden among her clothes.

Leaving the tent up for now she gathered the rest of her things into a bit of a pile, carrying most everything in a lump and setting it down near the brook.

[Rahvin]

The eyes continued to peer out from the brush; the thing sat, watching, cautious. There was someone here, someone in its place. It stretched, rustling the brushes slightly, and waited.

The birds flew over head as the sun filtered into the glade.

[Alessia]

Rustling bushes caught her ear for a moment and she looked up, glancing about for a passing dear or what else it might have been. Though, without anything obvious she went about her day. Having her things set down she stepped out over closer to the brook. Looking out into the water and trying to find if there might be a spot deep enough to find a quick bath before she arrived in Ashford.

[Rahvin]

The thing continues to watch for a long moment then gets up, rustling the bushes once more, and disappears deeper into the underbrush. For a moment as it moves, all sounds except the resulting cease in the clearing... and then the chirping resumes once more.

[Alessia]

That rustling again from...

Alessia grabbed her sword from her things, not sparing a moment and then looked off into the forest. Something or someone had been watching her, a lone wolf probably she thought. Still, with the hairs standing straight she thought now not the best time for a quick bath. With her eyes now keenly focused on the edge of the forest around her Alessia went about fitting the leather and donning her weapons.

Only when she was ready did she gather together her things.