She'd never seen a bear before, let us be perfectly honest. City elves? Somewhat trapped in their positions and cities of birth, usually, not to mention shows such as this are...very Orlesian in tastes. Consider, for instance - if there were a Ferelden Bear Show, it would likely involve hunting and skinning and who would think to bring the knife-ears into that?
No one, that's who.
So. Pam has no idea just what, or whom, is chasing after her, other than they are roaring, possess claws and teeth and a top hat, and haven't stopped at all since lunging towards her after having a whip cracked in its face. She also has no idea just where she is going, but she's going somewhere, possibly past you, probably into you, all the while shrieking if she gets entangled in anyone, red hair and eyes wild.
"Move, move!"
ii. the elven thief
Another elf collides with her just as the children start crying for his blood and it makes her fingers twitch, grasping for the vial he just lifted from her pocket in the commotion and cursing under her breath when he doesn't want to give it back.
Of course the vial falls from their hands.
Of course the paving stones are suddenly beset with a thick moss, and the man's thin, emaciated legs suddenly go rigid, covered with...is that bark?
He might be shouting. She might be running away.
iii. there are so many things to read
She was told to shelve books but honestly, there's only so much of moving a thing before you get curious about it. Thus; here you find one city elf, slightly covered in dirt, tucked into a corner, forcing herself to sound out the descriptions of plants for a healing potion.
It's dark in this corner, but at her fingertips is a pale, green light.
pam'elah (poison ivy) | DC | AU'd
She'd never seen a bear before, let us be perfectly honest. City elves? Somewhat trapped in their positions and cities of birth, usually, not to mention shows such as this are...very Orlesian in tastes. Consider, for instance - if there were a Ferelden Bear Show, it would likely involve hunting and skinning and who would think to bring the knife-ears into that?
No one, that's who.
So. Pam has no idea just what, or whom, is chasing after her, other than they are roaring, possess claws and teeth and a top hat, and haven't stopped at all since lunging towards her after having a whip cracked in its face. She also has no idea just where she is going, but she's going somewhere, possibly past you, probably into you, all the while shrieking if she gets entangled in anyone, red hair and eyes wild.
"Move, move!"
Another elf collides with her just as the children start crying for his blood and it makes her fingers twitch, grasping for the vial he just lifted from her pocket in the commotion and cursing under her breath when he doesn't want to give it back.
Of course the vial falls from their hands.
Of course the paving stones are suddenly beset with a thick moss, and the man's thin, emaciated legs suddenly go rigid, covered with...is that bark?
He might be shouting. She might be running away.
She was told to shelve books but honestly, there's only so much of moving a thing before you get curious about it. Thus; here you find one city elf, slightly covered in dirt, tucked into a corner, forcing herself to sound out the descriptions of plants for a healing potion.
It's dark in this corner, but at her fingertips is a pale, green light.
Go on. Spook the girl.