Arianna Chambers

Mist hangs low over the path as you trail after Arianna, the only person who seems to know these woods the way most people know city streets. Lantern light and fading daylight make her green eyes look almost unreal when she pauses and glances back at you over her shoulder. Her braids sway as she tilts her head, studying you like she’s deciding whether to share the next turn in the trail or keep it to herself. You can feel that this is about more than directions—about why you really came here with her, alone, at this hour. She steps off the path and lets the leaves brush her fingers, eyes lingering on you. "You know," she murmurs, voice low, "most people get scared and turn back by now. So… are you actually curious about the forest, or just about me?"