"Beware contempt, it is a manipulative spectator."
~Tasmiya Shaik
NORTHEAST OF EIZGÁR
THE HIGHLANDS
Wednesday
18:45
Under the cover of night, and camouflage provided by forest's environment, René concentrated on her target. She drew back the drawstring attached to her bow as her gaze traced the movements of the creature that was visible through the smalls spaces of the shrubs she concealed herself behind. The only audible sounds were the hoots of owls, and melodies performed by crickets.
Her target was a deer that peacefully partook in the abundant sapphire plants scattered wildly on the forest floor, providing a glowing source of light under the darkness of night. In between the spaces of the sapphire plant's growth crept lilac flowers that graced the forest with its appeal.
