Danica stands there, listening to the description. When she worked as a messenger, her habit had always been to avoid forest spirits and fey--give them room, and they don't bother you had been her cautious assessment.
She stands there with a cool wind blowing past, her rat poking its nose out of a small pocket in her backpack.
"I don't suppose we want to just go around all this...?" she asks with a smile across her face.
She stands there with a cool wind blowing past, her rat poking its nose out of a small pocket in her backpack.
"I don't suppose we want to just go around all this...?" she asks with a smile across her face.