Scarlet was just about fed up with the men in this village. All fussing over her as if she was some fragile, breakable doll. Or perhaps her ire was only inspired by two particular men. The first of which was her very own father. Of course she loved him dearly, he and grandmother were all she had left after mother had passed away, but since the recent "attacks", he'd been nothing short of smothering. As if she would go running off in the woods in the dead of night to gallivant about recklessly. Now the second man, well, that was Robert Irwing. Her betrothed. Of course not by choice. For some reason her father had gotten it in his head that this was a great idea and approved of the courting and the proposal. Scarlet herself had little say in the matter. Sure Robert was...young and she supposed handsome, but he was often pompous and overbearing. Controlling.
As he was proving to be now as Scarlet carefully packed a basket with herbs and freshly baked goods she'd made. She'd heard word that her grandmother had fallen a bit ill and she was going to pay her a visit. She lived still in the old home her mother and uncle's had been raised in the village over, a few hours walk. "Have you not heard about the wolves, my sweet? You can not go alone. At the very least let me accompany you." Somehow Scarlet barely refrained from rolling her eyes. His sweet. Hardly. "I will be quite fine, I assure you. I'll be there and back long before sunset and that's when all the attacks have been happening, correct?" And she really, really didn't want Robert's company.
Everything packed, she turned, scooping up the dark red cloak her grandmother had made for her a few years back. It was her favorite and a bit of an inside joke with her grandmother. Ah, look at you, my little Red. A nickname her grandmother had been calling her since she was born, hardly ever using her given name. Tying her cloak on, Scarlet lifted her hands to sweep out the inky, curling locks of her glossy ebony hair, scooping up her basket as her emerald eyes shone with determination. "I'll be back before sun down." And she swept out of the room, striding with purpose, not a woman to be stopped. Stubborn as her mother, her father would say.