I'm On the Hunt. I'm After You.

Always having been interested in relics of the past, Iolaire had been told of an island with one of the strange structures upon it. So of course she wasted no time in making her way to it. She always found treasures in places like this. Things that others might have missed simply because they didn't see their potential. The tiny healer, crafty as she was, saw use in many things. She was thoroughly intrigued by her hunt ahead and her slender body thrummed with anticipation.

Okay, so she'd had to make a small swim to get to the island. That was pretty unpleasant. The dark fae sat on the shore, soaking wet. She'd shaken out her thick pelt several times, but there was nothing aside from the sun that would rid her of the moisture. Placing her mostly empty pack upon a rock, the dainty woman sprawled out in the sun, intent on drying completely before she proceeded with her quest. It wouldn't do to go inside while wet. Who knew what sort of odd molds and things might stick to her. Yuck.