Zeylla had been spending the evening on her own, enjoying the moonlight and the crisp air. It was, at one point, a usual occurrence for the greyblood. Being alone had been the way the majority of her life had been spent, but lately it was almost a special moment. If she wasn't visiting Calida or Bellen, Kaldru was over for some sort of impromptu training lesson. No, tonight she was enjoying Zeylla time. On the itinerary tonight was a casual trek through the fronds, and perhaps a visit to Four Fronds proper.
So far, the walk was pleasant, and she had paused to inspect some fungus growing off a tree. It had a soft glow to it, and Zeylla made note of her surrounding, so she could come back and perhaps take a piece home and try to add it to her collection in her hive. She could always use more lighting.
Later she would have to thank her lucky stars, because if she hadn't stopped, she would have never noticed that she was being followed, but as it was, in the moment when her footsteps stopped, she heard another set come to a beat after her own. Zeylla kept her eyes trained on the fungus that had originally stopped her, but her spongeclots were alert to any sound. The soft crinkle of paper...and then more footsteps.
Closer.
Closer.
Zeylla turned, body shifting into a defensive mode. One could never be to safe in this forest. It was a dangerous and deadly place. But as she caught eye of the troll coming at her, Zeylla felt like she knew...knew this troll.
She took a step back as Scorpa gained distance, and furrowed her brow, reaching in her coat for her stiletto knife, but not yet pulling out. "
Can I help you?" she nearly growled, hackles raised and teeth all but bared.
Doutei
LET THE FIGHT BEGGGGIIIIIIINNNNNN!
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