Setting Sail

Delaeni listened carefully to Azoula, her heart fluttering with the usual medley of anxiety and anticipation. She glanced nervously at the forest, a behemoth entity that seemed to engulf everything around it with its sheer magnitude. The idea of venturing into its depths made her stomach churn, not because she had never seen this particular forest before- she had. It was just so uncommon for a Sidi to be escorted out of the territory … it was hard to stomach her nerves. Despite her fear, she tried to maintain a level expression.

When Azoula ordered them to proceed, Delaeni held back momentarily, her gaze lingering on the bordering trees. She was not one for spontaneous adventures, her prudence telling her to stay back, but Azoula's commanding presence pulled at her stronger than any sense of fear. She sighed, took a deep breath, and then stepped into the forest with the others.

As the group ventured deeper into the forest, Delaeni looked around, her gaze flitting between the towering trees and the undergrowth. The sights and smells of the forest stimulated her senses in a way that was both frightening and exciting. The rustle of the leaves above, the crunch of twigs beneath their feet, the vague scent of wet earth all around them - it wasn’t all that different from their own territory.

Round 1/3  

"Delaeni Terblanche"