Aslare lay in the middle of the field, stretched out like she was comfy in her bed. Her hair was spread out like tree branches, hidden in the grass. She yawned; there was nothing to do today. The only thing she could think of was to go find a town to heal someone, anyone, just so she wouldn't b doing nothing. Aslare wasn't fond of solitude; she'd rather be kidnapped by Orcs than sit be in the middle of no where wasting time.

Everyone knows that time waits for no one.

Aslare sat up. Her hair was covered in grass and she smelled like a barn. Her clothes were sort of wrinkly, more like raisins than smooth linen. She brushed off as much of the dirt and bugs as she could before getting up, snatching her thunder gray satchel from the ground. It wasn't full of much, except some food, a brush for her hair, and some healing equipment. Aslare really used her own magic to heal people but she wasn't an expert and sometimes she would get anxious and forget how to do something. She was experienced with nursing, from her Aunt.

Aslare wandered in random directions for a while, really following her instincts, until she found a small stream. She rubbed her eyes, crouching down. She drank some of the water, which she didn't really taste, and washed her face. She listened to the babbling of the stream for a seconds before getting up and climbing one of the bigger trees. She wasn't going to rest; instead she got her bow and arrow out and waited for game.

Rosalind sat as a crow on the branch above Aslare. She sat silently for a moment, one eye turned towards her but then she flew in from of her and cawed loudly.

"Aslare! Aslare!" She landed on Aslare's leg, trying not to grip to hard in case her talons cut her skin. She nudged her satchel, hoping for food. She had been flying around but then decided to rest so now she wanted something to eat.

"ROSALIND--wait, I didn't know you could transform. What are you doing here?" Aslare scratched the crow under her beak, grinning. Rosalind and her have been friends for a long while, known each other since a day at the beach and Aslare didn't know how to swim. Rosalind had also saved Aslare many times, from a chief gargoyle kidnapping maidens and a nest of giant soul-spiders who lived in a web infested wood. Alsare and Rosalind now were wandering around, doing what they could to make the world a better place, even if it was just helping tiny animals. Well, at least Aslare was. Rosalind wasn't the most friendly person in existence.

"Oh, you want food? Alright--" She got something from her satchel and held it up in her hand. "Here! I'm hungry too but I'd rather let someone else eat."