Destiny

-Verden, Skeldergate Forest. Afternoon, 547 DBTR-

Orla was relieved that the wind gust had not seemed out of the ordinary to them. Unlike her Uncle's side of the family who made a game of tormenting humans and playing tricks on them, she was not so practised at using magic against anyone. Nor did she have as much familiarity with humans to know how they would react.

As she saw the great look of disappointment fill the young lord's eyes she immediately felt sorry for him, but not regretful for her impulsive intervention. Death was part of the cycle of life and killing a natural state of things. That did not mean, however, that she had to abide seeing a beautiful creature killed in her presence, and in her own faerie glen no less. Still she did not harbour any real ill feelings toward the lad, and it was some time since she had been in contact with humans that she found she was halfway delighted by their arrival.

She curiously followed close to the group, flitting through the low branches and eavesdropping on their conversation. She smiled as the older man comforted the younger one about his failure to hit the stag. They spoke of heading back to an inn. Had a new one been established near Skeldergate in the past few years? She should like to see where that was exactly, and learn more about this young hunter. She began to sense a strange air about him. An air of... destiny?