Dryad Eyes
(This is, of course, a surprise continuation of the 'Continuing the Character Growth' drabble I posted on Oct. 28.)
It has been said that dryad eyes can see trouble coming through a dense forest from over a mile away.
This was not literally true, especially not in the case of Treyp. Her ability to see anything at all came and went, seemingly at random. On top of that, on the night in question, she was a little more than slightly tipsy, having just left a tavern and a long evening of drinking, dancing and singing behind. Her ears were still numb from the noise, her face still flushed from the excitement.
Still, she was aware of men that were following her, and knew that they had fallen into step behind her before she had gone more than twenty paces from the tavern door. From that moment, she had been angry, very angry, for a very simple reason. She had had a good night. Now these three (four, she silently corrected herself as she listened to their footfalls) buffoons were going to spoil it for her by trying something stupid.
It was not difficult to guess what they were after. She was completely aware of the fact that she was a pretty young woman. A hundred would-be suitors that she had met since leaving the forests of her homeland had told her so. Like most dryads, she was tall, with long, dark hair and darker eyes. Her skin was a vibrant, golden brown that came from spending so much time outside, beneath the sun's gaze.
With a sigh, born of regret that the lovely evening she had had should turn out this way, Treyp very deliberately turned down a dark, empty little side street.
Four would-be predators were about to have a very unpleasant evening.
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It has been said that dryad eyes can see trouble coming through a dense forest from over a mile away.
This was not literally true, especially not in the case of Treyp. Her ability to see anything at all came and went, seemingly at random. On top of that, on the night in question, she was a little more than slightly tipsy, having just left a tavern and a long evening of drinking, dancing and singing behind. Her ears were still numb from the noise, her face still flushed from the excitement.
Still, she was aware of men that were following her, and knew that they had fallen into step behind her before she had gone more than twenty paces from the tavern door. From that moment, she had been angry, very angry, for a very simple reason. She had had a good night. Now these three (four, she silently corrected herself as she listened to their footfalls) buffoons were going to spoil it for her by trying something stupid.
It was not difficult to guess what they were after. She was completely aware of the fact that she was a pretty young woman. A hundred would-be suitors that she had met since leaving the forests of her homeland had told her so. Like most dryads, she was tall, with long, dark hair and darker eyes. Her skin was a vibrant, golden brown that came from spending so much time outside, beneath the sun's gaze.
With a sigh, born of regret that the lovely evening she had had should turn out this way, Treyp very deliberately turned down a dark, empty little side street.
Four would-be predators were about to have a very unpleasant evening.
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