southern star

Smoke wafted up from the pipe held leisurely between The Huntress's lips, spilling from her mouth a bit too as she let out a sight. A love/hate relationship always warred within her on days like this. Days she was all but ordered to stand down and relax. To take time for herself and for no one else. The leaf helped, at least. It wasn't nearly as good as what Par Vollen and Seheron had, but it sufficed.

She'd not bothered to wake her companion, or even do much to prepare herself for the day aside simple clothing. Breeches and a tunic. Not even her boots pulled on - to say nothing about the vitaar she'd normally adorn her body and hair with. Her signature blue locks were nowhere to be found. Instead, her natural look allowed her to wander to her perch unbothered by those that recognized her only for her still qunari-like physical attributes.

The Huntress sat perched on a low, heavy branch away from the bustle of the more inner areas of Arlathan. While she could see the market in the distance, she was no where near being able to hear the constant din of voices. Leaning back against the trunk of the tree, she let out a sigh, eyes closed as she took a drag off the pipe. The smoke easily leading anyone to her that might not have otherwise noticed the elf in her perch.