If Faelia was going to be entirely honest with herself, she had to admit that she didn't really know what she was doing all the way in the woods. Just earlier, she had been at the bazaar, trying to purchase some of the daily necessities for her family as well as some raw meat for her companion dog, but the crowd had gotten to her. The area was simply too packed, the lines too long. After having experienced a bit of that kind of frustration in the lines, she had simply decided that she would go for a breath of air and return later. From personal experience, she knew that the amount of people usually decreased exponentially the later it got. The night wasn't the most comfortable thing for most people, and even though Faelia herself was uncomfortable with it at times, she had told herself that she would deal with it later. Procrastination was a beautiful thing.
So she had simply turned and strolled out of the bazaar, allowing her two feet to carry her wherever they desired. And it had desired to take her to the woods, the very outskirts of Syliras.
Stories of predators and monsters from frequent visitors of Syliras had long been a part of Faelia's life. Though she hadn't seen any of it personally, she had heard of it quite a bit to know enough about the dangers that the wilderness presented. Yet somehow, she had to say that she wasn't afraid at all. Perhaps it was because it was her first time in the wilderness truly alone, and she was overcome with her fascination of the beauty of nature. Or perhaps it was because she simply held a false sense of security in her animal form, the peregrine falcon.
But whatever the case was, something had driven out all of her fears. The fears that she should had been fearing.
It was this something that would eventually lead to the coming danger she would experience.