She is in the forest as she hears the thundering of hooves. She can hear the birds shriek and flap their wings frantically trying to escape. She can sense that someone is coming, even if she couldn’t hear him first. Magic is flowing into this jungle and she can feel every ounce of it. It calls to him, calling her forward.
Using her own magic, she blends into the trees, matching her color to the background that nature has made for her. If looking straight at her, she looks nothing like a horse and every bit like the tree and brush that she stands in front of. Eyes look out around her, looking for the source of the one who is running. Based on the speed at which the individual is running through this forest, it sounds as if he might be running for his life. Who else would run so blindly through the jungle? Only an idiot would risk running full force into a tree unless they were being chased. Not wanting to scare the incoming individual or acquire the attention of the one doing the chasing, Sloane has camouflaged herself perfectly against the tree. While her own magic is weak, unless you were truly looking for her, you would not see her.
The youngster flies past her and her eyes watch for what is doing the chasing. Nothing appears after the child has disappeared. Odd. Curious even. Slowly Sloane reveals herself and travels the path at a leisurely pace back towards the beach, following the same path as the youngster.
And as she breaks through, she squints her eyes as the sun begins to blind them. Ahead she can see that the youngers has acquired quite the gathering. She meanders her way towards them, just long enough to hear the discussion about the note tied to his neck. Curious. A relic…Tempus…words she has only read about in books nestled in the back of Delumine’s library. How very curious indeed.
STAFF EDIT***
@Sloanehas rolled a 5! She has been awarded +200 signos.
