Liana sat by the stream, her back resting against a large boulder that provided shade from the late afternoon sun. The soft rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze and the soothing sound of the water flowing beside her helped ease the tension she had been carrying for days. Her hair flowed down her shoulder in soft waves, temporarily free from the braids and buns that she constantly trapped them in ever since she returned to the Golden Arc pack.
Although she wasn't dressed as casually as Maura had claimed, she did have her armour strapped on. The strings were loosened, and she was weaponless except for her hunting knife. Even her leather cuffs were discarded at the hut before she left to take a breather.
Before her, a modest spread of baked goods and pastries lay on a cloth beside the picn
