A good distance away from the battle, Tesgrah had knelt in a circle of flora and fauna, inspecting the plants for magical properties. Curled around her left forefinger was a strip of thick, red leather and a silver, metal wire. The wire was a good thirteen feet in length and she had it encircled around her kneeling legs. A small arc of it extended off the bit on her finger, and she was using that to slice off plant samples.
Strands of red hair, that changed hue depending on what light hit it, grazed her forehead and nose, causing it to itch every now and then. She wrinkled her nose and shook her head, moving the stray hairs out of the way. The entirety of her hair fell to her waist, and a small bit of it was tied back loosely over the rest. She dropped her samples into a pouch in her knapsack, which she then slung over her back and stood, scanning the forest with her copper colored eyes. Her ears twitched, picking up faint sounds of battle a good distance from her.
Curiosity and anticipation gripped Tesgrah, and she bolted off towards the sound of the disturbance, slowing her step as she came closer. On the way, she noticed a stray Gerudo and a young Hylian facing each other. She didn’t stop to figure out what they were doing, as they were not the sound she heard.
A short while after she passed them, the sound rang out loud in her ears and she skidded to a stop, balancing herself with a nearby tree. Peering out from behind it, she noticed two men fighting with a heavily populated tribe of moblins and an imprisoned dragon being shoved aside by their reinforcements.
She didn’t know how the two men were aligned, but she did know that the moblins were unfriendly with anyone else, so she jumped out from behind the tree and snapped up her wire, infusing it with arcane energy from the air. The metal heated quickly, and she struck out at a pair of charging moblin, the wire burning and shredding their skin. They howled in pain and jumped back, examining their new target quickly before charging again.
"Stupid creatures.” she hissed, whipping back the wire for a second strike.
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