Snippet #3584

Al'Turian wasn't late, he had been shadowing Chandra as soon as she set off on her journey. His dark skin and clothing blending in with the trees as they left the heart of the Elven kingdom. He would never leave her outside of shouting and sprinting distance for a moment, his life was to protect her. It was what he had been trained for all his life. To fail now would shame his entire family. He followed her to the edge of the trees, leaving her there he circled around within the tree line, searching for anything or anyone that was a threat to his charge. All the time he kept the princess in sight.

Once the hunter was assured that no one was watching and waiting he left the trees and walked up to Chandra. He approached from behind, footprints making hardly any sound on the lush grass. "M'lady" he announced, his voice soft yet controlled and defined, as she looked glanced behind. His hair and body looked like he had playing in mud, so coated with mud and leaves as it was. His hair was more plastered enough that almost none of his natural white showed through. His backpack contained meager provisions for himself, food and basics. But iy also contained extras of everything the princess would need, including a tent which she had forgotten herself.