She stood stiffly and stretched with a yawn before folding her arms and nudging the toe of her boot against the lifeless form of a red bird. She had spent the last 4 hours randomly flicking pebbles and her prize was the 13 dead birds scattered around where she was laying. Disturbed much? No just bored enough to do something like this. She had been out of her element for weeks and the only think manmade around here was maybe the two scimitars that rested by her stuff that lay in a heap not to far away.
“I suppose I should…” she muttered under her breath but broke off as the sounds of a fight reached her, a mix of melee and missile attacks combined and scent of blood. ‘Not my business she thought with a shrug before turning to hope though the maze of dead birds, back to her stuff. Picking up her blue and white cloak she fastened it under her chin before attaching her scimitars to her belt and slipping the dagger back into her boot.
She growled and shot a glare in the direction of the noise, sounded like a guy calling for his friend to help and she chuckled softly though like always she seemed indifferent and expressionless. Randomly walking into a fight wasn’t exactly her style though flicking pebbles and killing birds wasn’t either. In the end she walked to a tree and leapt up to catch a branch and swung herself into the tree. She landed nimbly on her feet in the tree beside her and sat with her back to the tree trunk and closed her eyes.
~sorry it's a bit rushed...~