Thread: Twists of Fate (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Aowen Darksbane Aowen made certain to walk in time with the Drow, helping ensure that her own steps merely sounded as if they were just their own. Each time she moved forward, her heart raced and beat roughly. This was definitely intimidating, to be so close and simultaneously far from the same group of raiders who had just entered her home. Thankfully, the dark environment helped keep her concealed as did the fact Aowen was wearing dark colored clothes. She always kept herself pressed against the walls, using the shadows as a form of cover. When they halted, however, so did she. While the wire got set up, Aowen squatted down and watched the process. A slight frown crossed her face. They had done their research it seemed. Not only had it been placed well, but it tempted anyone to simply cut the damn thing. And while Aowen did have the ability to do such a thing, the real question was would that be wise? Not likely. But if the best place to keep one's balance was being removed by the trap, it almost felt like there was little to no choice. As her eyes moved from the wire to up a bit more, Aowen saw they had gone ahead. Dexterity was one of the natural fortes of any elf, thankfully. However, it was about to be tested. Her arms moved as she placed the arrows back once more. They then went out beside her. Even though Aowen wanted to get rid of the trap, she knew it wouldn't be the best option. If any of them saw it had been tampered with, it'd be obvious she was here. Simultaneously, the same would apply if she had bothered trying to disable the wire. It was one of those 'damned if you do, damned if you don't' scenarios. It had been subconsciously done, but Aowen realized she literally held her breath as she stepped over the wire. There had been a few times she'd nearly tripped or made some of the rocks fall, signaling where she was. Luckily, Aowen had kept her footing and managed to continue the trek downward, still following the Drow. The longer it continued, the more she felt her legs burning and aching. But her head shook no. She couldn't just forget about this and turn around. Aowen was definitely too far to just give up. Moreover, the chance of being found by trying to retreat would be much worse if she dared made any attempt to pivot on her heels and walk away. So she would have to keep going. The path ahead, however, made her grip her lower lip in frustration. The sight of the water tempted her further to stop her pursuit. She had no idea what may or may not lurk in the waters and that alone could be so much more dangerous than the actual Drow themselves. Even if there had been any spare boats, that would give away for certain they were being followed. Goddamnit ... she inwardly cursed before moving towards the water. After taking a deep breath, her right forefinger and thumb pinched on her nose. And then ... she slowly submerged herself into the water. Every time she went up for air, Aowen tried to make certain to create as few ripples as possible. At most, only her eyes and some of her hair would be seen. Even then, though, she tried to keep it limited to a few seconds before diving back under, repeating the pattern when the desire for oxygen became strong. The water made her shiver and her nipples harden under the tunic. Despite all the obstacles, however, Aowen was determined to continue to focus on not losing the dark-skinned elves. She would follow them and get home successfully. These efforts would not be in vain. She was definitely ready to take any and all steps to ensure this much.