Peace, this was something she wasn’t use to. Such an odd feeling when almost every moment of your life was claimed by stress, work, or random errands. Her blue gaze drifted along the tree as she took in the splendor of it all. It was just… so big. The tree seemed to be the canvas for almost the entirety of the continent, well, that’s at least what it looked like. It was simply breathtaking to just look at how every branch spread off further than her eye could see. Nature sure was amazing.
Turning slowly, she took a good glance at the woman standing in front of it. She seemed quite pleased as she started to hum a rather happy tune and moved some decorative cord around the base of the tree. This wasn’t something she really understood, but Mira had to assume it was important in some way. Silence fell between them as she wondered which would have to break the silence first; she was never that good at talking.
After a moment, a blonde man seemed to wander in through the thicket seeming dazed by the wonder of the giant tree himself. Well, it was a massive tree, she could hardly blame him. For some reason he looked someone she once knew. Blinking, she gave him a once over, trying desperately to think of why he may look familiar, however shortly after another emerged from the brush. This one was a taller woman, obviously elf by her slender features. She happened to catch the words of the blonde male and added to them.
Her gaze drifted up towards the sky as she wondered about what she said. The heavens? Was that actually a place they could reach? This was a thought that honestly made her wonder. Was it possible? Hearing the woman speak, she smiled. She had a pleasant voice, though it was very polite. It was almost as if she had forgotten why she was here. The heroes were gathering here. Blinking, she nodded, realizing how much of an airhead she had been. “Well met” she started with a rather stern voice, trying to make sure her first impression would be a strong one. “They call me-“
Another person emerged from the brush, as this one seemed a bit jagged in his or her movements. The words she was about to say stuck for a brief moment before she noticed their demeanor just wasn’t right. Tilting her head, she went to take a step forward only to hear the word ‘help’ slip from their lips. Her eyes widened, within a moment she had already moved towards the man. Her body all but carried herself. His body slowly fell towards the ground as she managed just barely to catch his shoulder. Slowly lowering herself to the ground, she pulled the man down with her to look over him. It didn’t take long to notice the blood pooling around her body. Her blue eyes scanned over his body structure trying to find the source of the blood. Noticing almost immediately that his chest was soaked in blood, her hands moved towards his shirt as she muttered a soft “I’m sorry” her hands pushed up his shirt before seeing the gash in his chest.
Panic showed on her face for a moment, before she quickly pulled off her long gloves, tossed them only her legs, and moved the man’s head against her thigh. It was obvious she wasn’t thinking so much about pleasantries but very much thinking about fixing the wound on this mystery man. Her hands moved towards the wound as she gently placed her hands against the blood. Exhaling slowly, her hands seemed to flicker a dull orange, as the blood seemed to harden almost immediately against her touch. Pulling her hands back every so slowly, she moved her hand back to the little pack she had and took one of her gloves. Fishing out what looked to be a makeshift canteen; she poured a bit of water along her one glove and slowly wiped the excess blood away from the wound, concern very evident on her face