Máen Vev | Half-Elven | 20 year old Female
A cloaked figure was traveling an almost abandoned trail down through the mountainous terrain that was Raiaera. A pair of green eyes shone beneath the hood's dark shadow, her pale face evident. She was slimly built, but with muscle from her travels. From what she had calculated, she'd been living nomadically for 3 months as of today.
Máen Vev kept her eyes on the ground, fearing a fall during this decline in the path. She was barefoot, as she had been for the majority of her life. Being raised by the Dryads, she hadn't needed shoes. Her feet were calloused-over heavily, diminishing that necessity for many other species. A curse was released into the air as she tripped on a stray stone, one she had even seen her foot step towards. She slid down the steepest part of the path and onto a smooth area where water had eroded the rocks away. Máen winced as she lifted herself from the ground, her crimson-hued hair falling into her face and obscuring her vision. With a sudden panic, Máen looked to ensure that her bow remained tied to her back, along with her arrows. She removed her pack and exhaled a sigh of relief as her weapon was still in good shape after she had fell on it.
Instead of standing, Máen sunk to the ground. "This may be a good time to rest." She breathed in shakily, the cool mountain air seeping through the cloak's fabric and to her skin. Máen shivered, rubbing her arms in a feeble attempt to warm herself to no prevail. It was lonely out here, especially without seeing a friendly face in three whole months. She pulled her cloak's hood down further, closing her eyes to take a small nap before further travels.