[b]Starry moonlight, whistling breeze, rustling leaves, light footsteps, but without caution or fear. The forestry around stood silent, save for crickets and the occasional hoot of an owl. With each sound her ears, sensitive and feline, flicked to track. Amber hues befit her eyes, vision of a higher ability, while the silvered rapier bouncing by her thigh gave off a glint for all those wishing to prey upon the such armed traveler, a thorny item for certain. Light step, without caution, nor fear. Olivia Woodland happened to be in thought - her mind wandering to more a eventful time just days before. A lake, the warm sun on the back of her neck, a clear, quite pretty day, before the present. The followers of hers finally decided to directly confront her, yet it was no surprise to her, perception was an obvious strength of Olivia's. Bandits - a dozen, give or take - had become confident enough to stand in her path and demand payment for use of 'their' path. The hidden agendas of a group of men, finding a lone wandering girl just entering the years with which she would be married off, weren't exceedingly hard to make assumptions for. Yet, a dozen untrained thugs against Olivia, a distraction to be certain, but only just. Minaire whipped back and forth in her memory of the event, a whirlwind of flecked crimson and slit leather. The weapon performed the much needed antiquity of self-defense, while its wielder was careful to only inflict pain, not death. A porcupine's quills, not a bear's claws. They quickly receded again to the forest, and eventually left her trail altogether within the hour. Too much trouble for so little gain. Olivia contents herself with a small lift of her lips, a rather smug look, before remembering how her foot slipped on her other at one moment. She had almost fallen into the lake itself, that would have been much more of a problem. The thoughts of drowning slip in, she returns to kicking rocks along the path in idle. Olivia happened to be a fairly pretty sight by all noticeable standpoints. Her complexion was light, her face unmarred and smooth, her body light and youthful. The light clothing she wore only highlighted her size, being very thin in itself, while the contrast of black and white made her fashion sense rather likable, in simpleton's terms. [/b] "...footwork.... Hm...." [b]She thinks aloud, a whisper under her breath. [/b] "...usually the first thing someone would teach, should probably get that under my belt soon...." [b]The subtleties of footwork now dance across her mind. How easily a duel could be won, or how quickly defeat might come of it, because of one creeping step. She delights herself with the distraction of watching an owl in flight above, as an interruption, and stops from her walk through the forest path to admire the flight. [/b] "...has to be nice, flying everywhere-" [b] She sits down on a tangle of roots to rest, her back to the tree it hosted. [/b] "-you can just go wherever you want. Pretty bird." [b] The bird flies out of sight, the canopy obscuring further view. Olivia places the bag over her shoulder down beside her, and fishes out a sweetroll to nibble on while she rests. The pastry makes for a delectable picnic. Home on the road.[/b]