Enissa yelps when her foot slips on the root she'd decided to put her wiehgt on, the hill she needed to climb down was slippery and muddy. Huffing and managing to press her foot back into the root, she let her grip go on the thicker vine and pushed off the small root, talking a deep breath she flexed her fingers and felt the warmth settle in the pit of her stomach. Her magic was warm and calmed her frazzled nerves, landing softly with a soft thud, she blinks the water hanging from her lashes before turning around to face the north. The locator spell she'd cast was guiding her deeper into the forest, reaching up with slightly numbed fingers, Enissa reaches for the ribbon she used to tie back her hair and unfastened it from her wrist. With quick, practices movements she has her damp hair tied into a bun at the nape of her neck, nodding she flexes her fingers again and smiles at the flare of warmth she feels settling just above her skin.
Glancing down and frowning at the ripped ends of her dress, Enissa flexes the finger of her right hand and begins to walk once more, the faint throbbing from her left ankle reminding her of how I'd twisted a few days ago. She'd been running, chased by thieves who had recognized her appearance, she jumped a rather large riven and had landed fine, until her left ankle had twisted and pain had raced through her body. Glancing down she sees the soft, lavender light seeping from her fingers towards her ankle, a temporary remedy for the pain she can feel just waiting to crumple her. The faint tug startled her slightly, she half-turned left and when the same tug came again, she followed. The faint sight if smoke rising into the air Drea her wavering attention just as the spell was doing, she followed, more exhausted and Magically spent then she'd been when she'd left her home three days ago.
She stumbled on a rock a few feet ahead, snarling softly she bypassed it with a frown, the faint ray of light brightening as she reaches the edge of the treeline. Pausing before the final trees she took a deep breath, rolling her shoulders, she looks back for a moment before straightening and taking the first step. One steps turns to three, then ten, she's standing in front of an oak door before she really rejestures she's moved at all. The sudden cough that escapes from her trembling takes her by suprise, the second and then fifth has her doubling off. Once she's able to take a breath, she raises her hand and knocks on the door, absently pulling her traveling cloak more firmly around her suddenly freezing form.
