((IT FUCKING STARTS, BITCHES.)) Qhantarwa Valley's foreboding serenity was often attributed to the nearly-otherworldly water which seemed to eternally nourish it, to then further gather, disperse, and merge with other existing bodies of water from the surrounding areas. Purity's liquid essence fell down from the heavens as titanic cascades which presumably emanated from the towering structures scattered throughout the flourishing valley, the Khhatalaya Highlands, as the waterfalls seemed to flow from their largely-undiscovered pinnacles in a virtually endlessly manner. While technically the entire expanse was habitable, in truth, the safe zone laid innocently demarcated by three prominent sectors of the aforementioned highlands, named the Af, the Qo and the Tao. Although respectable in terms of amplitude, the boundaries of this area were relatively unknown... and thus, the Blue Signature that was the Larama'quta Tribe settled there, thousands of generations ago. Biorhythm found itself nestled between the human settlements existing within the natural triangle, and the other monsters who inhabited the rest of Qhantarwa... Whereas the former had promptly adapted and expanded through the centuries due to this arrangement, the latter had, in effect, turned considerably more aggressive and territorial. This considerably difficulted both the exit and entry to the Af-Qo-Tao Triangle due to the characteristic cycle of the valley. As the crystalline water flowed both out and into various focal points, this also indicated the presence of lakes, swamps and similar geographic features that had formed even before the Era of the Ancient. And, despite holding pristine beauty to a beholder foreign to the Qhantarwa Valley, also frequently housed dangerous creatures these unsuspecting travelers might fall prey to. "I... am not sure if this was even allowed." a young girl mused to herself, however loud enough for someone else to hear, stopping for a couple of seconds to contemplate the scenery... and possibly to properly locate herself as well. Her departure was planned to coincide with the dense, ethereal veils of phantom mist which enveloped the entire Yeqién Region during the winter, and as it permeated the atmosphere in a dreamlike manner, it was also considerably difficult to navigate through Qhantarwa... Her frame was delicate, if not quite underdeveloped for her age, yet she portrayed an aura which relayed a voiceless message of "I Know What I'm Doing". Chocolate hair remained mostly inert due to the scarce breeze and, despite the heavily dulled sunlight, it was apparent that it was clear. Her eyes possessed a truly unique hue as the color existed within the boundaries of blue and violet, dimmed however by an infinitesimal quantity of gray. Even though the climate could in fact begin an unexpected downpour at any given moment, the girl wore relatively light clothing themed with shades and tints of blue, the Signature of the Larama'quta Tribe brandished a jacket unsuspectingly woven by metallofibers. She stood over a steep mass of earth entwined with the surfacing branches from nearby trees without difficulty, balance maintained by a weapon which, in comparison to the girl, looked enormous. In reality, it was one out of two ordinary katanas she wielded, blades however hopelessly rusted to a point she might as well replace them. Hand sliding down to a pouch strapped and secured to an unfastened leather belt holding her swords' respective sheathes, she procured a parchment, a discolored piece of paper in different yellows and browns which were not remarkable enough to impede writing. She examined the cylinder of paper for approximately a second as she continued, "I mean, I'm supposed to be the emissary and all, but they never really said anything about bringing..." her voice trailed off as she unrolled the parchment with both hands, linear runes which seemed to be part of the paper itself lighting into activation. Magic brewed from the item, but was contained by the intricate spells which then traced lines and snaked curves into the otherwise blank page in increasingly faster succession until it was completely drawn. She waved a hand as if to dismiss her earlier train of thought, as the girl instead focused on visually scanning the detailed map before her, "Nevermind. It looks like we're nearly by the edge of Qhantarwa already." Her name was Laeyamiika Aoraine, or simply Layamy... ...She, in fact, was the emissary. Layamy's gaze trailed ahead. Her route, as she was advised, had been rather unconventional, and the particular detour forced the girl to traverse through an infamous swampland. Granted, she knew that the dangerous monsters residing there became relatively infrequent encounters during the Season of Mist, but now that she was practically entering its uncertain maw... She ignored an uncomfortable tingle venturing across her spine as she turned, map still in both hands, tilting her head slightly in to accentuate the interrogative, "You still there, right?"