Shared Paths || Closed
Elera walked through the latest camp her clan had set up, a basket of herbs perched on her hips. She was humming softly to herself, lifting the basked above her head as a group of children ran past her. She smiled, laughing to herself as she watched them run off, then turned just in time to duck into the Keeper’s tent.
“I have those herbs you asked for, Keeper,” she said softly, bowing her head respectively. She stood up straight, but did not see her Keeper anywhere. Instead, the First was the only one in the tent. Elera smiled, and bowed her head again.
“First. I did not know you were in here.”