((OOC: Okay, getting started with my first RP here! **crosses fingers**))
There was a stillness within the forest tonight. No animal stirred and even the trees were quiet, almost as if holding in a breath. A pale ring encircled the full moon. “It’s going to snow,” said Mason, looking up through the bare trees as he paused to blow his own hot breath through his cold fingers.
“Better hurry then,” said Quinn, pulling her cloak tighter as she quickened her pace.
The two wound their way down the narrow trail, as they did about once a month. Their mission was simple, gather the Irarlat plant. Quinn used the magical herb for making potions, which she then sold to travelers, local healers and others. Her brother, Mason, always insisted on accompanying her, insisting the forest was not safe, even though they had never encountered anything Quinn deemed dangerous. A light snow started to fall just as they reached the small clearing where the Irarlat grew. Quinn quickly knelt down on the cold ground to gather what she needed.
Crunch, crunch. The noise came from somewhere in front of them. An animal, thought Mason, though he peered into the trees, trying to see what it could be. Crunch, crunch. Could it be footsteps? “Who goes there,” said Mason sternly. Quinn paused her gathering to listen. Crunch, crunch, crunch. Crunch, crunch. Another sound came from the direction they had come and Quinn felt her heart rate rise. Crunch, crunch. “Who goes there, I said,” Mason drew his sword. “Reveal yourself!”
The next morning at the market…
“Attention! May I have your attention please,” shouted a short man with a large belly and balding head. Next to him, an old woman wrung her hands, tears stains streaking her cheeks. A small group stopped to listen. “Mason and Quinn, you all know them, did not return last night.” There was a general murmur of surprise. “Now, I’m sure they’re fine, but I’d like to organize a small search party to go into the forest this morning and look for them. Any volunteers?”