WHO: Clarke & Nora WHAT: Random Meeting WHEN: Hiking through the forest WARNINGS: Probably none. STATUS: Closed; Incomplete
Like most mornings, Clarke found herself taking a light hike through the woods. When she wasn't spending time at the Infirmary here, learning as much as she could from the doctors on the island, she could usually be found there or at the beach. After having spent so much time in the forests back home, Clarke felt more comfortable there than anywhere else, including her own shelter. When she'd left Arcadia behind, all she had was the woods and the struggle to survive. It had taken time for Clarke to adapt to life on her own; she'd never hunted before and though she had experience, killing was never something she wanted to do. Unfortunately, in her world, more and more it was becoming the only option to survive. At least here, it wasn't always a necessity and after everything she'd been through, it was nice to be in a place where death wasn't an everyday occurrence.
Following one of the well-known trails, the blond started through the woods, brushing aside stray growing grass and haggled bushes from her path. Much like the beach, the air was perfumed with an array of scents, but the majority came from the many exotic plant-life and flowers on the island. Clarke had found a few she preferred and plucked them on occasion to bring back to her place. It wasn't much, but it did make the place smell quite pleasant when there was a gentle breeze. Today was not much different and she paused here and there to pick a few. Before she knew it, she had quite a bunch gathered and she paused to take a whiff from the soft petals. She had to admit they had much better smelling flowers here than back home. Then again, mostly what she smelled there was blood and death, wasn't it?
Hearing footsteps, Clarke paused, ears perked and listening. It was a hard habit to break for Clarke. Despite the peace found here, it still had quite a hold on her and the urge to run and hide remained prominent and powerful. Yes, the majority of people here were good and kind with the same ideals that Clarke hoped to achieve here at some point. She knew none of them would attempt to hurt her or frighten her; everyone was about contentment and love. Clarke swallowed and taking a firmer grip on her bouquet, she turned around, green eyes scanning the area for any sign of movement and life. Being in the forest for so long, she'd come to be able to decipher the difference in human steps verses that of animals and she knew it was human. "Hello?" Clarke called out, taking a few steps back down the trail towards where she believed them to come from.