Tamsyn

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Moistening her crimson lips with her tongue, the girl stood very still, hardly daring to move, as the object of her quest was within sight at last!

She stood in the shadow of a very old oak tree, deep in the forest. The blackened branches gnarled with age, twisted into surreal shapes. The leaves gave cover from the rain and shelter from the sun.  Generations of small animals and birds knew this tree as their universe, living and probably dying within its spreading branches. The ground beneath the trunk covered in a thick carpet of moss, dampening her footfalls to nothing.

She let the end of her longbow rest for a moment on the ground, flexing her slender fingers.  Her dark eyes scanned the surrounding scrub, returning to the strange building that took pride of place in the centre of the clearing.

Leaning her bow against the tree, she pulled back her jet-black hair, retying the leather cord that held her ponytail in place.  The last thing she wanted now was her long hair getting in the way. Grasping the bow and shifting her weight from one booted foot to the other, she tensed herself to run the distance from the shelter of the tree to the nearest wall. She wore a single garment of tan hide, matching her boots. It was a tunic that fell to her thighs, gathered at the waist with a belt, laced up the front, tightly restraining her firm, pert breasts. She wore leggings, more like modern hose that retained her modesty. Absently, she pulled the hem of her tunic down past her buttocks, as she flexed her thigh muscles.

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