Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-38601454-20200115143750/@comment-174.6.16.240-20200115212518

Echo finished counting the arrows in her quiver. Thirty-three. Good. She strapped the quiver across her back, and picked up her bow pulling on the string to make sure it wasn't to loose or tight. Then she came outside. She took a deep breath in, enjoying the wind tangling her blonde curls. Then she made her way into the forest to look for some herbs. She wanted more for dinner than just badly cooked meat.

-Chloe