Dovahkiin
caffeinated™
Freya squinted in an attempt to peer through the fog, much against her avail, and gave a half-sigh half-yawn. Now feeling the consequences of staying up all night, she removed a hand from the map to rub the wary from her eyes, and when she opened them once more, she halted, finding herself halfway in the entrance of a cave. She glanced at the map, smiling lightly. Well, that's... convenient. She carried on inside, throwing the map an occasional look or two to make sure she was following it correctly, glad the fog hadn't drifted its way into the cave too severely. However, considering how dark it was, she could still hardly see. With vision nearly knocked out, she relied on her other senses to navigate.
Skimming a hand along the cave's mossy, damp walls, Freya heard the distant murmur of what sounded like voices somewhere within the cave, and became curious. She, equipped with a new sense of determination on finding the noises' source, followed after the sounds to the best of her ability with a focus so intent it was her downfall. The blunt contact of her and someone else's shoulder made her stumble, muttering a quick apology before springing back to see who she'd managed to run into. Why she didn't see the bright flames of the torch beforehand was unknown to her, and she mentally cursed herself for not being more aware. The light of the torch gleamed on the object she held in her other hand, and Freya studied it for a moment before her brows furrowed, and she drew a sword of her own. "Who are you?"
Skimming a hand along the cave's mossy, damp walls, Freya heard the distant murmur of what sounded like voices somewhere within the cave, and became curious. She, equipped with a new sense of determination on finding the noises' source, followed after the sounds to the best of her ability with a focus so intent it was her downfall. The blunt contact of her and someone else's shoulder made her stumble, muttering a quick apology before springing back to see who she'd managed to run into. Why she didn't see the bright flames of the torch beforehand was unknown to her, and she mentally cursed herself for not being more aware. The light of the torch gleamed on the object she held in her other hand, and Freya studied it for a moment before her brows furrowed, and she drew a sword of her own. "Who are you?"