The forests surrounding Valkyrja, Early Morning.
Dew covered the lush grass of these odd forests, greener and livelier than any plant Lysia had ever seen before. The coolness of morning sent shivers up her spine, and despite the embroidered red cloak that protected her shoulders, she was still cold. It was not a place she was meant to be, but the young woman hardly cared, stepping with ease through these untainted woods. Alone, she'd traveled at least three miles away from the encampment of men her father was leading, and planned to turn back soon, before he'd awake and realize she was gone. Even as a young child, Lysia was a particular sneaky, and adventurous creature. With one of the Kingdom's most decorated general for a father, she had to be cunning to outwit him. Now, a woman of seventeen, her ploys only grew more elaborate, and she was surprisingly free despite his protective shadow.
Dainty hands held the silver clasp of her cloak, frozen fingers curling around it, and bright green eyes watching her breath crystallize in the cold. Her home was several leagues away, and there was never such natural forests as these in the great cities of her childhood. Nature enchanted the girl, and so she'd ventured off on her own, stupidly brave, and fearing being caught by her fathers troops than anything truly awful. All around her, white barked trees rose high into the sky, with red leaves forming a canopy above, mingling with beautiful golds and oranges. Everything here was larger than life to her, and as she ventured further and further in, the more alienated the girl felt.
Still, excitement drove her further, and that was when she stumbled upon a decaying ruins, fright striking her dumb when she heard movement within, and the low rumbling of a man's voice. She did not know there were people in these forests, and dressed in a highly distinguishable cloak of a high ranking army officer, Lysia retreated back. Beneath the cloak, she had a cyan-colored dress, a simple thing with tight sleeves and top, but flaring out slightly once it past her narrow hips.
The girl brought the cloak fully around her, it trailed nearly to the ground, meant for a man of better stature than herself. Standing still, and silent, she listened to the man muttering, and kicking around. Her eyes upturned toward the trees as a few birds gave warning caws, and raised from their roust. A chill overtook Lysia's veins at that, wondering what could of frightened the creatures, and praying silently that it was only the man, and not some beast of this grand wild. This is not good...this is not good. Tiberious is going to murder me if he finds out I left...Something-...does that idiot not realize? Something is coming! Excited thoughts provoked her mind, and instead of running, Lysia drew against the trunk of one of the trees, curling small, but sticking out sorely against the snowy bark. She did not care, her hood drawn, listening keenly, and peering with green eyes into the vast forest that had been to her behind.
If she was quick, she could run now, but a curiosity forced her to stay put, sometimes turning to peek at the ruins before quickly drawing back to hiding.