The dead leaves crunched softly under her feet as she walked on the path, her backpack on her right shoulder, her crossbow on the other one. Wind blew overhead, brushing through the leaves with a soothing rustle. Falko had started this walk early and planned on getting back to Camp by lunch, or early afternoon at the latest. She ducked under a low branch and scaled up a small hill in the forest, smiling at a dryad when she passed her tree.
The young daughter of Deimos was wearing a white strapless shirt with a blue Hermès silk scarf, denim shorts with three wallet chains on the side and minty sneakers. She had accessorized with an old Vivienne Westwood ring, stacked bracelets in gold, green and blue, and boho chandelier earrings with turquoise stones. Her black hair was done in a messy fishtail braid over her shoulder, her eyes emphasized with velvet brown eyeshadow at the corners, the upper lids retraced with vivid teal eyeliner. Her lips were brushed with nude gloss, her cheekbones defined with a hint of blush. As usual, she liked to be girly and punk at the same time.
Falko reached the top of the hill and walked on the outcrop of rocks that towered over a void and looked down, keeping her balance at the very edge of the rocks. One centimeter and she'd fall in.
The young daughter of Deimos was wearing a white strapless shirt with a blue Hermès silk scarf, denim shorts with three wallet chains on the side and minty sneakers. She had accessorized with an old Vivienne Westwood ring, stacked bracelets in gold, green and blue, and boho chandelier earrings with turquoise stones. Her black hair was done in a messy fishtail braid over her shoulder, her eyes emphasized with velvet brown eyeshadow at the corners, the upper lids retraced with vivid teal eyeliner. Her lips were brushed with nude gloss, her cheekbones defined with a hint of blush. As usual, she liked to be girly and punk at the same time.
Falko reached the top of the hill and walked on the outcrop of rocks that towered over a void and looked down, keeping her balance at the very edge of the rocks. One centimeter and she'd fall in.