Name: Sorne
Age: 21
Height: 5'2
Body type: Slender, but not gaunt. Like an elf.
Looks:
(Except with long brown hair and green eyes. )
"Dammit" she sighed as she quietly leapt from tree to tree. "Does high alert mean nothing anymore?" She whispered inaudibly to herself as she tracked on. She thought to herself what might have happened, it's been days! Sighing again, she continued in silence until much later on she heard a small commotion not too far away. As she quietly clenched her hand on the bow she always kept on her back while out of combat, she moved a few trees closer and peeked out from the leaves and branches. "Finally" she thought to herself, "but who, and what-" she observed the two men with Sorcha and the barricaded camp close by. From the tree she finally pounced, (not necessarily thinking about the danger it might put her in with these two strangers, though it didn't look like they captured nor hurt Sorcha, they may not take kindly to a stranger leaping from a tree,) and landed on Sorcha, being sure to quickly place and hold a hand over her mouth as she spoke, knowing Sorcha was sometimes startled easily when she was distracted by new things and off guard. "Does 'High Alert' mean nothing to you?" She spoke quietly, not even looking in the others direction. She let go of Sorcha knowing by that time she wouldn't scream as she recognized the voice, "You're a good ranger, I know you haven't lost track of time. Do you have any idea whatsoever how worried I..-we've been? I mean, I know you get curious when things like this happen, but it's been days, Sorcha." She spoke to Sorcha not harshly, but as an extremely worried and frustrated, but loving older sister would. After receiving the comfort in knowing that Sorcha was okay, she finally came down and realized that she was not only standing next to Sorcha, but these two strange men in armors. Quickly she took up arms in the form of daggers (though she prefers the bow, they were in close quarters) and stood in front of Sorcha as if guarding her. She remained quiet due to the loud, bustling camp behind them, "Who are these people? Did you just charge head first /into/ the high alert?" She kept her daggers wielded and ready as she waited for a response- or an attack..