The world turned, ponderous and insistent. Somewhere around the 'tock' between the ticks of the clock, she existed.

Velenne regarded the distant medieval village nestled in the mountainous valley from her rocky perch on the slope of the hillside. Her glinting gray eyes were stoic, and her expression very serious as she sought details in her destination now observed.

She brushed the locks of her wavy, unkempt platinum, nearly white hair back over her ears, held mostly back by a metallic silver headband... but it often escaped. She aimed her broadsword at the village in the distance as a form of salute, perhaps respect.

The teal colored tattoos that dominated her bare arms, stylized in the shapes of birds amid thornbushes and runes, repeated on the bare blade of her sword at times. She wore a tight vest of studded leather armor, highlighted with silver accents over her small breasts, teal in color, atop a pair of pants that were black, baggy and had numerous pockets, but still revealed her petite form. Her boots were black and she had a small, plain thin steel shield strapped to her other arm. She had the ears of an elf, accentuating her only half-human heritage.

The brightness of the sky was headed for dusk as the sun set over the green mountains across the valley.