A cloaked elf retreating into the Cormanthor

After departing from the Oak late the other evening, a cloaked figure could be seen (if watched) entering the Cormanthor Forest. Her posture is sloppy, and her pace slow, but her steps and movements are fluid, and the ground left behind in her wake undisturbed. Out upon the spider hill deep in Midwood she sits, tending to a small camp just outside of the caves entrance. Just from observing her one could tell she is disgruntled and hurt by something, though what it could be is unknown.

She awakens from her reverie early the next morning sobbing to herself for a good while. When she is finished, she lazily goes about starting her fire once more, then clearing away whatever hostile critters that may have approached the camp. As time goes on, one can see a strange older man wander to her camp, then a few minutes later disappear in a cloud of black smoke, leaving behind the now confused elf.

Much like the day before she wakes from her reverie sobbing, the thoughts and memories of the recent events of the past still dancing around her. Given some time she settles herself and relights her campfire, ignoring most of the giant spiders that roam around the ground below her.

After having a conversation with another elf, the disgruntled scout can be seen packing up her tent and toting it deeper into the forest, though halfway to her new destination she decides to simply break it down and leave it. With an apathetic shrug she moves to her new spot, and rests under a small overhang. Her appearance after a couple of days of simply not taking care of herself has begun to drop, her outfit stained with spider innards, and dirt, as well as the bandages along her injured arm simply not changed from when she set out.

As the fourth morning dawns she awakes, resting near a caves entrance. With the sun rising, she begins to scrounge around her pack for what ever food she has left with her, finding some wrapped bread and smoked venison. Eating only a small portion of what is left, she sets aside the remainder for another time. From there she begins to go about once more simply sitting under the overhang thinking on all her life's come to.

With a full day to herself to think, the elf sets herself under a housing of three large rocks simply meditating on the last couple of months. Her thoughts race around from event to event never fully settling on one thing in particular. With each memory passing by the emotions displayed slowly begin to drift at first from a pleasant smile of happiness, to one of longing, to regret, building up to anger, before finally ending in disappointment, disgusted with how it's all panned out. Her hopes and dreams all twisted and torn away, made a plaything to push her in one direction or another. She ends the day, slipping into reverie feeling horrible.

She awakes late the fifth day, simply continuing to sit there refusing to do much else save for actually sitting herself up. As the sun hits its highest point in the day, she reaches for her food, only to simply ignore it and pick up her dagger instead. Lazily she clears away some open ground and begins to 'write' out various notes to herself ranging from the date and how long she's been out in the wilds, to the status of her arm, and finally to her feelings on everyone that 'abandoned' her.

On one of her paths, she might notice a four leafed clover growing peacefully at nature, almost asking to be picked.
If she will notice it and will choose to touch or pick it, an old familiar feeling of a once old friend, will fill her up.

As the sun begins to set, she takes one final moment to look out over her surroundings before entering reverie. As if by pure chance, a ray of sunlight shines through the tree tops and down onto a small patch of uncovered ground, where the clover rests. For a while she stares at it, trying her best to ignore it, but a few moments before the sun's light fades from it she sluggishly approaches it. With a hesitant and shaky hand, the young troubled elf reaches out to pluck it from the ground, and when she does she makes her way back to her rocky 'home'.

More time ticks by as she continues to stare at the clover, the sight if it slowly bringing up more and more of the good memories she had with Gode and the Ahk'Velahr in general. She begins to sob, holding the clover closely.

Awaking the seventh day, the elf picks herself up off the ground after spending the entirety of the previous day doing nothing more than getting through that day. Taking a deep breath, she prepares her first meal in the last two days, finally willing to eat something. Her mood seems to have improved, but only by a little. If someone where to happen by her camp, they might hear her quietly asking to herself, "Why didn't you just tell me. . ?" or something along those lines.

Around mid-afternoon on the ninth day, the elf could be seen re-dressing the bandages along her left arm, eating some lunch, and then packing up what ever she can to head on out of the forest. Her attitude seems to have improved drastically considering the last week and she looks a bit more at peace, but in her heart things still feel cloudy.