The soft thumping of a stick against the ground halted, bronzed elongated ears strain to catch the sounds around her before continuing on. Her light blue eyes a tad milky in her blindness but did that deterr her? No instead she used it to her advantage when accosted by bigots and the filth that loved to give her grief for her little handicap. Her skin was that of her sylvan mother, while her golden locks that was pulled away from her endearing face into a braid, the color was her father's completely. Her slender body adorn with soft doeskin traveling dress with soft suede leggings beneath her, all browns to keep her concealed within the forest. Unlike her father, she found her blindness as not a curse but a godsend. Sure people tried to take advantage of her, but what they did not know her other senses were heighten keeping her one step ahead of the other. Hanging about from a silver chain rested a medallion that her beloved father had gifted to her one day when she let it known she wanted to follow her mother's family in tracking. The circular disk held three horses intertwined with endless celtic knots, her new calling card so to speak in honor of her blind father. Lips a soft shade of mocha spread wide as her ears picked something up, eyes moving around in the supposed direction of the noise allowing her follower to think she was looking about when nothing but blackness was offered her. "A'right brother, Come out of yeh hidin'.. I smelled yeh fer tha last two miles."
Reluctantly the muscular boy that surpassed his dainty sister's heighth stepped out with a sheepish gaze on his well sculpted face for his sister finding him. |
