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The forest was sprinkled with trees and forage, though not too dense. A few birds chirped their merry songs, but Camelot was no where near happiness. There were suspicions of a plague taking hold of the city, and one citizen had already passed. The forest that surrounded Vailea were pleasantly quiet, though eerie at the same time. Her horse stood a few yards away from her, tied to the trunk of a nearby tree. The rock upon which Vailea sat was shaded from the sun's rays by the tall trees that hovered over her head. She held an apple that she had taken from her house back in the city, and sat examining it. Perhaps it contained whatever was causing the plague....Maybe it didn't. "Only one way to find out." Vailea muttered to herself. No, she wasn't suicidal....Not at all, but that was just her nature... Vailea was daring and a major daredevil. Besides, she was hungry anyways.

As soon as she sank her teeth into the flesh of the apple, a moist sweet taste danced upon her taste buds. After she finished off the last of the apple, Vailea tossed the useless core a few feet away and stood from the rock. Her pale blue dress swept across the ground as she paced, somehow failing to pick up the mud and dirt that lined the forest floor. She should stay in Camelot... What were the chances she would catch whatever was going around? Besides, only one person had had it so far, unofficial word of mouth could not be trusted. That was final. Who knew if this would turn into an epidemic? There were probably already many people searching for clues and such, since some suspected that magic was the cause. Most likely, it was.

A sudden crunch sent Vailea's head snapping upwards and her ivy green irises scanning the trees. That was no forest animal, the sound was too large for one to create...It had interrupted her jumbled thoughts, and she felt her heart thumping. No other sounds followed, and her posture relaxed. Crack! Long, soft brown hair sliced through the air as her attention shifted to her right. She took a small step forward towards her speckled gray horse, ready to grab her bow and arrows at a second's notice. Her eyes stayed focused to where the noise had sounded and her hand stretched close to where her weapon rested. "Hello?" She called shakily, trying to keep her voice firm. Clearing her throat, she spoke again. "Who's there?" This time her voice didn't waver, and gave a more powerful tone. There was no need to be frightened after all.... Vailea was trained for defense, and she obviously hadn't failed yet. She was alive, after all.



Setting~ Surrounding forest of Camelot.
Timeline~ Mark of Nimueh
Muse~ Bleh.
Notes~ Short and horrible. This also broke character a bit, but she'll come more alive later in the thread. >.<

There had been little people to come by the shop today, and Vailea found she had not much to do, for she had finished the many projects she was working on just recently. The shop she worked for usually was full of customers, being a quality clothing store but today it was eerily deserted. Her boss had left a few minutes ago, for a lunch break leaving just Vailea and a new worker named Savannah. Vailea sat behind the front counter, quietly reading a novel that was actually quite boring in her opinion. But she had nothing better to do anyways. Perhaps she should work on cleaning up the shop, but that was Savannah's job. She sighed heavily and glanced up from her book, noticing the young girl sorting through some custom dresses. She had pasty white skin and curly auburn hair that draped long past her slim shoulders. "Savannah..." Vailea began, staring back down at the book, a lock of soft brown hair slipping from behind her ear, "Boss said to clean the shop, not fawn over all the fancy dresses." Vailea stated firmly, still reading the book that somehow kept her attention, despite it's poor content. Anything was better than staring at an empty shop at the moment though. Her thin fingers placed the hair back behind her ear and she leaned forward, resting her face upon her awaiting palm.

After a good few minutes, Vailea frowned and tossed the book onto the other end of the counter. Where was everyone on such a fine day? She drummed her fingers impatiently against the firm oak and watched as Savannah worked. I guess I could at least make myself useful.... Vailea suddenly stood from the chair. She glided over the polished floor, and grabbed a rag from the backroom. Vailea carefully swiped away the dust that inhabited the store, taking her precious time. The musty smell of the place finally got to Vailea, tempting her to open a few windows. She clicked the latch and pulled it up, breathing in the fresh air. Outside there was not a soul to be seen. Shaking her head, Vailea turned back around and headed into the storage room, carefully choosing a royal blue silk and a fine white lace that each stretched fairly far. A dress did take quite a bit of fabric, after all. She began cutting the fabric into pieces when the door swung open.

And there entered a young woman. "Hello, there. How may I help you?" Vailea's tone was welcoming and she nodded in respect. At first the woman appeared to be a common traveler, but the elegance in which she presented herself was that of a higher class. Yes.... This woman before her was definitely royalty. She had to be. "Please excuse me.... But may I ask whom you are, ma'am?" she questioned her the woman. Vailea's ivy green irises met with her's and Vailea smiled, almost apologetically. Looking her clothes over, she could definitely tell why she was here. They were mud stained and torn, but not too horribly. Still, one would need somewhat decent clothes to wear..... "Time for new clothes, is it not?"