Brande Grace Sorrel
Chewing listlessly at some berries she had found earlier in the day, Brande leaned back, her back hitting the trunk of the tree as she balanced herself whilst she sat upon a sturdy branch that supported her weight. She had searched for hours to find a way out of the forest, but to no avail. Unfortunately, in the wilderness, she was useless. To say she was directionally challenged in situations where everything looked the same was an understatement. Okay, so a thief who was directionally challenged wasn't exactly the best one, but she could navigate through a town or city very easily. Throw her in the wilderness however and you were on your own. Follow her and you would be bound to get lost. Sighing heavily, she let her head fall back until it thumped gently against the bark of the tree. She listened to the animals that hid amongst the trees, hearing a faint trickling of water in the distance. The sun hadn't yet gone down, but a dark shadow was cast over the forest as the sun sank lower in the horizon.
Taking in a deep breath, the smell of smoke reached her nose and her eyes snapped open in alarm, thinking a bush fire had started. But she looked over the tree canopy and saw only a small amount of black smoke. It wasn't spreading. A camp fire. So that meant someone was here. At first, she didn't really care. They could stay there. She may go out later that night to see what was worth taking, but there was no reason to present herself to them. That changed, however, when the smell of cooking meat reached her. Inhaling deeply, her stomach gave a soft growl of anticipation. she was sick of eating berries. They didn't do anything to satisfy one's hunger. Dropping down almost silently from the tree, falling into a crouch, she inhaled again and glanced to the sky, seeing the direction it was in. She shook her head, running a hand through her bright red hair before she tied it into a high pony tail and then made her way towards the fire.
The sword strapped to her side clanged softly and she put a hand on the hilt, silencing it. It was only a short sword and she only had it on her mostly for intimidation, to keep nasty people away from her. Though she was quite capable of using it should she need to. Not that she hoped it would come to that. It didn't take long before she saw the camp fire and the self made spit over it, cooking some meat. Her red eyes brightened and she crouched low for a few moments just behind the tree line, staying hidden. She saw the man and the bow and arrows strapped to his back. She could see no sword or anything of the like on his person so she guessed that this man was an Archer. And if he had no other weapons, obviously he was confident in his ability to use it. She studied him for a moment longer, shifting her weight slightly. He had tanned skin with black hair and what looked to be light brown eyes. She could tell he was quite muscular. He could easily over power her if it came to that.
Taking her chances, seeing as he didn't look threatening, nor was there anyone else around. Brande straightened herself out and stepped through the tree line, watching the man as she slowly approached. "Hello," she said, a little nervous. She didn't want to upset this man. He was obviously strong and she didn't know his skills as an Archer. She was hungry. And she wasn't at full strength or speed when she was hungry. "Sorry, but I was wondering if by chance I could have something to eat?" she asked him as she took a step closer before she paused. "I've been out in this forest all day and all i've eaten are some berries.." she gave him a slightly sheepish look, "I got lost," she added, hopeful he would allow her to stay and eat. Her bright eyes danced in the fire light, the same astounding red as her long hair.