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         Today was the day. The day that her journey was going to start. Seren woke up with a start, as she realized she had fallen asleep underneath a tree - probably from watching the stars late at night. Standing upwards, she stretched and gave a sigh of contentment when her spine cracked. Turning her dark eyes towards the sky, she caught a glimpse of a kestrel hovering above her. ‘Ah, the falcons are so lucky to be able to fly through the sky.’

That thought in mind, she closed eyes, spreading her arms slightly, imagining what it would really be like to fly. To really feel those wind currents and really be one with her element, Air. But there was no point in thinking about it. She had to go with the caravan into another of the villages, so she had to conserve her energy and strength for when she really needed. Giving a sigh of annoyance, Seren tossed her mussed up white hair over her shoulder. She looked around her for a second - she vaguely remembered putting her stuff somewhere nearby. Strangely enough, the ground close to her was bare of any of her personal belongings. Narrowing her eyes again, she started to walk back towards her house. Her gait was smooth and almost sinuous, as she strode with her head held high as usual. Her short sword had to be there; she couldn’t have gotten it lost already.

Entering the hut, she saw that her blue feathers were still neatly placed on the table, along with that obnoxious disappearing sword. Picking one of the largest, she tucked it behind her ear, and sheathed her sword sword in the leather scabbard that hung by her side. Taking more of the blue feathers, she tangled them into her hair. Some blue was always nice to have. Walking outside, this time with a lighter step - she always felt happier with her feathers. Too bad, blue dye was so difficult to get these days. Maybe there would be some in the other village that she could trade for or something… a blue tunic would be lovely.

The marketplace was busy as usual. Many of the members of her village were setting up booths to sell anything from feathers to fruit. A flash of pale sky blue caught her eye as she sauntered closer. Looking at it with keen black eyes, she saw that it was a small embroidered cloth. Beautiful indeed. Looking at it, she gave a sigh of annoyance. She didn’t have anything to trade for it at the moment. Patting her tunic almost frantically, she felt a bump through the cloth and pulled it out. Ah, a small piece of amber. Maybe it’d do? She gestured towards the cloth and pointed back towards the amber. “Would this do?” The woman with the striking red, flame red hair, nodded at her, before taking the amber and dropping it in her pocket. Seren shared with her a smile, before taking the blue piece of cloth and tucking it into her pocket.

It was then that she caught sight of Tala, biting into a juicy-looking red apple. Walking closer, she gave a nod of acknowledgement - the Guardian was going on the trip as well, wasn’t she? “Hello, Tala,” she called out with a simple smile. The Guardian was quite skilled with making weapons - as a matter of fact, if Seren needed to get a replacement for her trusty sword sword, she’s probably go to Tala first. “You’re going with the caravan, correct?” she asked, before sitting close to her. It would be a long trip if she couldn’t talk to anyone.