To the Place of Gods part two.[Metal covered feet gently tapped down on green grass as she descended from her Airship. Firefly was rendered invisible once she was no longer present on the ship, its anchor placed firmly in the soft soil as she placed one look up to the blue sky above her. Day had broken on her journey to the forest of Golmore and now the sky was blue with only the hints of sunrise present, tinges of yellow and orange still visible in the sky. She stood alone, as she normally did; this time she carried her two bags on her back with blade strung to her side and bow in her hand. She had two quivers of arrows wrapped around waist and over her shoulder, one set of assassin’s arrow and one set of bamboo arrows. Poison sets to be certain. Coated in a shiny silver armor she looked the part of a Knight rather than a Judge. With her ship safe and her body ready; she made her approach into the dense forest of Golmore Jungle an area inhabited with Malboros, Panthers, HellHounds and home to the Viera, her kin by half or some such. She had two sets of twenty arrows and could reuse many of them if they didn't break. She hoped the monsters here wouldn't bother her but that was unlikely as the woods were there home and by all rights she was an intruder. Now with an arrow placed to the strong string of her bow she walked from the poised for noise. She was lucky; many would enter Golmore and never leave, getting lost of simply dying from many of the possible causes. Being part of the Wood, part Viera travelling through this place had become second nature to the hybrid. Whatever sun did break through the forest top would reflect from her blonde hair and armor but this worried her little. Saying blonde hair however may have been a mild error as her blood reacted differently here and the slightest hints of silver-white would ripple across her head and blue eyes could shimmer red-purple as she scanned the trees. Carrying a bow meant silent killings and natural and inherited skill meant that there was unlike to be issue with her passage. Three arrows had been loosed since her entrance, two HellHounds and a stray Panther. Magicks to were a likely possibility here too in a somewhat homely location for the Knight. But she did not linger and once she saw the blue shimmering barrier the Viera had put in place to prevent Hume visitors; she knew she was heading the correct way. Passing through with ease and the strange noise the barrier made, there was a flicker of relief on her face. Jote was no fan of Areia's but she had once prevented the torture and removal of several of her kin, even her sister, so the Elder allowed passage to the half-blood. Leaving Golmore now would lead her to the Feywood, once there should would have to pass through the rolling Mist and this was the first fear she had of travelling to Giruvegan. If she survived, or at least remained in control while passing through the Feywood's Mist then she would have little issue when actually arriving at the Ancient City. If however she lost herself at the Feywood her journey would be over and her chances of returning would be minimal]
