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The lone elezen woman huddled over the campfire was a curious sight all by herself. The pair of round amethysts that were here eyes closely inspected the roast dodo in the oversized pan as one finger tapped gently against her chin as though she were contemplating whether the food was cooked enough, or seasoned properly. A turn of her head revealed a strange bluish tattoo covering the left side of her face; its pattern vaguely resembling a gnarled branch. She reached into her satchel and produced a small container of table salt which she smiled at before turning back to the fire and sprinkling a bit of it over the roasting meat.
She hummed softly some somber tune as she fussed with the meal. There was a fair bit of dodo meat - far more than the lone woman would likely eat in one sitting - though no vegetables or side dish seemed to accompany the meal. There was, however, a kettle set beside the large pan. And without much warning, it began whistling loudly as steam rose from its spout. The woman nonchalantly turned back to the satchel beside her, affording another good look at her face. In addition to the violet-colored eyes, her skin was extremely pale - probably duskwight - and long tresses of yellow-blonde hair were tied back with a leather cord behind her head in a very long ponytail which ran vertically down the back of her cloak almost like a yellow stripe before ending just above the ground. Her features were soft and she seemed a bit older, maybe in her mid-to-late twenties. She also seemed very heavily absorbed in her work over pan and kettle. The woman picked up a large bag of what could only have been tea leaves and dropped it unceremoniously into the kettle, moving it away from the fire and bringing the loud whistle - which had drawn a few gazes from the camp - to an abrupt stop.
The satchel itself seemed rather large, and for an elezen the woman seemed rather short in stature, though it was difficult to gauge her exact frame since the green robes did a fair job of concealing her form. Pointed ears seemed to quirk at every little sound from the nearby camp but she paid them little regard as she slowly flipped the roasted dodo meat over in the pan and then poured some kind of spicy sauce over it - the aroma wafting across the entire encampment and vicinity.
Her eyes never left the pan as she produced a few small tin cups from that satchel. A keen observer might also have noted a pair of silver knitting needles jutting from the top of the satchel and some unfinished project or another knit from yarn of various shades of blue and purple and gray. Red lips parted for only a moment as one of her hands fell to her left knee, fingers drumming against it almost nervously.
Her voice was soft and sounded friendly if a bit unsteady as well, "How long are you going to stay there before introducing yourself?" Her head spun around slowly to reveal a sort of half-smile, and those violet eyes seemed to inspect the area where she'd heard some sound, though it seemed as though she was unable to locate its exact source right away.
"One of the deep secrets of life is that all that is really worth doing is what we do for others." Â ~ Lewis Carol
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