Snippet #2181754

Erin woke up from her comfortable tree branch by the peeking of a bird. She moved her head a bit which made the peeking bird fly away from her, "I'm sorry, robin but I'm not food for the birds." A yawn escaped her lips as she stretched her muscles, her still sleepy eyes looked around her surroundings. She stood up and jumped from the branch she took a night sleep with. The leaves made a crunching noise as she walked towards a certain tree and crouched a bit to remove the leaves that were covering a hole where she kept all her mother's books about spells and potions. She took one book out and blew away all the dust and dirt that it had and covered the hole again. Going to another tree, she removed the spell which hid the big hole of the tree where she placed all her food supplies in. She got one pear and started to eat it as she studies again the spells of the book.

Her dark brown eyes looked up in the sky and saw it was almost noon, "That gives me around nine hours to train and study new spells before I go retrieve their donations for me...even though they didn't know about it."

Erin was the type to steal around items at night, that way she only has a few opponents to face rather in the sunlight where everything is busy and about. Most races turn themselves in at night, with the exception of werewolves that is but she uses this as a part of her training. If a werewolf faces her, then she has to do anything in order to survive this racism era.