[Anora Eventide]

It was by no means a normal outing for Anora. Her last hunting expedition had been for something benign and suitable for eating. It was obvious that trolls were neither. And during those expeditions her attire had been much more charming: riding dresses, suede gloves and caps with pheasant feathers. Things that were fetching draped along the side of a horse or seen bobbing through the woods and darting amidst the green.

At the moment she was a mite appalled with herself. Thankfully Avrie was not there to witness her chagrin, Anora would never hear the end of it. Instead of tailored dresses and soft gloves, she had forced herself into slim, dark pants tucked into her calf high riding boots and a plum blouse. This shameful ensemble was overlaid with her leather armor She was a finely bred lady, but not impractical enough to think that marshlands were a perfect showcase for her scalloped hemmed gown. Logic always won out with Anora, even when pitted against decorum. However, she still rode sidesaddle.

When she entered Dimitri's tent with his permission, her cheeks were a little flush from a brisk tour about the camp. Cycles below ground and cloistered in the musty corners of a library had begun to take its toll. The woman was accustomed to wandering her vineyards, or the soft glades of Natura. While she was not as free-spirited as Avrie, Anora was fond of evening walks outdoors, so her tent was avoided as much as possible.

With the tent door still held aloft by her hand she said, "Good darkening, Dimitri."
Letting it fall behind her, she walked towards his little array of projects.
"Anything of particular interest?"
As she spoke, her fingers were tugging at her coiled hair, releasing wavy strands bit by bit until it spread across her shoulders.