Asmalp Forest~An elf RP~•There's a storm coming, best ye be prepared.

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Evelyn walked out of the Cave, into the ever-pouring rain. "Will it ever stop?" she murmured, looking to the sky. She was tired of the mud. She wanted to hear the birds, to feel the warmth of the sun on her back.
 
Tod was leaning against a tree in the rain, whispering things excitedly to Tymn. He looked up, startled, as Evelyn came out.
 
Eleyna leaned up against the entrance of the cave, he face sad. She held out a slender hand in the rain, letting it pour down on it. She sighed sadly. She wanted to see the stars again, and the moon. She pulled her dark hair over her shoulder, and straightened her plain brown cotton dress anxiously.
 
Evelyn walked past Tod, hardly noticing him. As another bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, she broke into a run, not bothering to watch where she was going but seeming to follow an invisible path.
 
Tod shrank against the tree as if he could blend in with the bark, dropping Tymn at his feet. His eyes followed Evelyn till they could go no farther, and then he stooped and gathered Tymn in his arms once again, whispering muffled apologies into the pup's fur.
 
Evelyn paused at the edge of a clearing, breathing hard. She walked over to an gigantic old oak that was pretty much dead, in which she had painstakingly hollowed out a deep room with a stone knife, and climbed the branches until she was able to jump through the entrance. Once out of the rain, she quickly changed into a dress made of woven grasses that were as vividly colored as the day they were pulled from the ground and rubbed her long hair with a length of fabric until it was fairly dry. After she had cleaned herself up, she crossed to the far back of the hollow, where she had dug a tunnel to a seperate room. She closed her eyes and stepped through the hole. She slid down the length of the sloping and twisting tunnel until she was roughly deposited in another room of the same size, warmed by tiny fires that danced in stone bowls. Evelyn picked up one of these bowls and walked to the farthest corner of the space, at which there was a large cradle crafted of maple wood. Stretching her arms into the cradle, Evelyn pulled out a tiny, blanket wrapped bundle. After removing several layers of cloth, a pale face with a mop of curled chocolate hair and sleepy brown eyes peered out. The infant mumbled baby talk and yawned as Evelyn unwrapped him from his sheets, stretching tiny fists as he stared up at the Elven girl whom he had come to think of as his mother. Evelyn sighed and looked around the room. It had taken her years to carve this place, and she knew it could be destroyed in a few minutes with this storm. It wasn't safe. "Come, Saxen," she whispered as she started to climb the long tunnel, the babe in her arms.
 
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