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Now starting to go stir crazy, I start to think of ways of sneaking out of town.
The guards around here are very good at there jobs, I suppose that comes from havening to keep the orcs out so to get away from here is going to be rather diffacult. I study the guards every chance I get, learning the patrol paths and there habits. Finally after about a week of studying I figure the best way to get by them with out the threat of them coming after me. I realize there just doing there job and making sure everyone is safe but I don't like the feel of being told what to do. For so many years I was on my own, I think I could handle any thing out there.

It didn't take long to gather my things, I didn't really have any thing to begin with. Once every thing was gathered, including some rations for me and Ookami, I left for a nearby building that was almost burned to the ground from orc attacks, Ookami and I hid there until the guard change, during which we made our way for the woods. We weren't clear yet tho for the guards often send out patrols into the woods as well to protect against ambushes, so we traveled all night to put as much distance between us and and the town.

We came across an old cottage deep in the woods, we were miles from Diamond Town by now so decided to rest. The cottage seemed to have been abandoned for some time so we went inside. It was cleaner then the tavern had been. We stayed there for a couple of days so to make sure we weren't being followed.

Elwen waited impatiently by the stable door. A man road towards her and she was willing to bet by the uncomfortable manner he rode his brown mare that he would willingly rid himself of her as soon as he could. Idiot. She thought with scorn as he neared her. Elwen quickly threw up the plastered fake smile that drew in customers. "Good Morning, sir!" she called out cheerily. At first she had hated playing at such a fake attitude. But now she found private enjoyment in it. It was just another way to mock people. "My, my. You're quite the rider." Elwen shot him a look of awe as he stared at her suspiciously. Then gave a small snort at the look of pride that came across him. At a second glance she quickly stifled it into a cough.
"I will only need to leave the horse with you for the day. I will pick her up before night falls." The man said. He still seemed rather unsure of himself.
"Of course." Elwen replied. She took the reigns of his horse and then gestured to where a stable boy sat. "He'll get you set up." Elwen had been glad to give up that job. She'd always loathed it.

She pulled the mare into the stable and found a room stall. Just walking near the mare had caused her to notice how much it needed care. So Elwen was glad to save her from her foolish master for awhile. She gently rubbed the mare's nose as she traced her hand along the mare's back feeling for burrs. Then Elwen set to work on gently removing them and grooming the horse.

((Sadly, I won't be able to post for probably the rest of today. Sorry sad ))

Soft footsteps sounded quietly in the silence of the forest, created by a slender female striding at a casual pace. Her long locks of hair fluttered in the passing zephyr, swishing around her face, before settling again, only to be picked up again by yet another breeze.

And it was not natural wind either, but instead, wind that was being manipulated by her unconscious magic. It whirled around her playfully, like an eager child, and nipped at her fingers almost affectionately. Enaella chuckled, smiling, and continued walking on, humming lightly. At times like these, she was especially glad that the wind and air around her was almost like a companion to her; a creature that seemed to understand her and seek to defend her at all times.

Enaella abruptly halted in step, her enhanced part-elven senses and reflexes coming into play. A smell of water drifted to her nose, making her glance around warily. And then...

A wave towered high above her, covering a gargantuan amount of the forest in shadow. Enaella's silver-violet orbs widened in disbelief, and then her survival instincts kicked into action.

Trying to summon energy to her hands, Enaella closed her eyes, concentrating. Pointing her hands toward the ground diagonally, she released a powerful jet of air from her hands. This gave off enough force to push her into the sky, diagonally, toward the side of the wave to above it as much as possible. There was no way she, a simple wandering air mage, could stop that wave.

Forcing herself to continue releasing jets of air from her hands so that she was pushed into the sky, high above the wave, Enaella glanced down, spotting a lake and several figures. Swearing, she directed herself to the area behind the lake, before dropping down in a slow descent, guided by the wind that she unconsciously controlled. As soon as her feet touched the floor, she stepped back, crying out in utter confusion.

"What in the world is happening?"

Elwen snuck a glance around the stables before gently lifting her hands and placing it on each side of the horse. After a moment's pause a small gust of wind began to gather amongst her ankles and traveling up her body.Elwen lifted a comforting hand to the horses nose as it began to move nervously. Soon the wind began to dance across the horse's flank. Invisible gusts of wind worked through the burrs as her hands had been and they were slowly removed.
"You'll feel and look better after this, girl." Elwen whispered to the horse. But then she heard foot steps entering the stables. Elwen swore silently. She had worked hard on not letting anyone find out her secret. If she didn't trust any one with knowing something as simple as her last name, why trust them with something like that?
Elwen turned and saw a familar face enter the stables. It was Reeve. He kept his horse here on a regular basis. Elwen watched him enter the stable. After giving him a moment to greet his horse she made her way to him.
"Hello." she said, pulling on her fake smile.

Elwen, on the other hand, was never in the mood for small talk. She daily cursed the fact that her job required it at times. "Yes." she replied. "The owner also clearly had no idea which end was the front of the horse." she gave a snort of disgust at this statement. Now that he was out of ear shot, she was perfectly happy to outwardly make fun of him. "Is Pandemonium's care to your liking?" For a moment a genuine smile filtered across her face as she looked at the horse.