Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24806884-20140505170421/@comment-24416658-20140506054604

Nacoma Amadahy was sitting quietly in Forever Fall, meditating. The forest calmed her, soothed her, gave her meaning. Ever since she was found in them, she always came back. The Pilgrims taught her about this. Just herself, the forest, and-

The sound of a gunshot rang out through the forest.

Nacoma sighed, as she stood. She looked around, her light-blue eyes scanning the trees. Quickly, she ran up to one of them, heading for the source, reaching a group of other people.

Nacoma leaped off the tree, performing a flip in order to land more easily. It was a simple trick taught by the Pilgrims. She landed in front of the other people there, her face mask allowing only her eyes and nose to show.