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

Engla brushed back her filthy brown hair with a dirty, gloved hand. The glove had no fingers, and Engla's fingers were cut, swelled, and bruised. As her last strength departed, Engla collapsed on the ground while rain pelted her and thunder roared ominously overhead as if having an argument with lightning.
 
Eleyna noticed movement outside the caves and walked tot the entrance to investigate. She ran out when she found Engla on the ground. She pulled her up and part dragged, part walked her inside of the caves. She layed her down on a cot and put a blanket on her.
 
Engla slept on, but she felt the pain caused by the ointment. Underneath the dirt and grime on her hair, she had the long whitish-blonde hair of a Slystis elf.
 
Wyllow continued to sing the same haunting tune she did a few days ago with the others, hoping to ward off the storm.
 

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