[ by the time they catch up with the tent at least the fickle weather has begun to clear, the wind softened to a pleasant breeze, the rain a spitting drizzle as the clouds break up, and alisaie, standing at the base of the tree, looking forlorn.
normally, she would be more than happy to scurry up a tree like a little elezen squirrel, but her badly scarred leg is.. problematic. the wounds have closed over of course, but the extensive scarring left behind is hard and tough and constrictive, it's going to be quite some time before she regains her former agility. if she ever does.
but, well, far be it for a bum leg to stop her, stubborn girl. a hard exhale, and she looks toward sorey again, resolved. ]
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normally, she would be more than happy to scurry up a tree like a little elezen squirrel, but her badly scarred leg is.. problematic. the wounds have closed over of course, but the extensive scarring left behind is hard and tough and constrictive, it's going to be quite some time before she regains her former agility. if she ever does.
but, well, far be it for a bum leg to stop her, stubborn girl. a hard exhale, and she looks toward sorey again, resolved. ]
Up we go, I suppose!