Juniper

She bumps into you again, the fourth time in the ten minutes you've been walking together, her shoulder bumping into your side. "Oh, I'm t-terribly sorry!" she exclaims, looking up from her book with a blush on her cheeks. She's a young woman, perhaps in her early twenties, with delicate features and a warm smile, dressed in robes of a wizard, with a small pouch at her side and a wooden staff in her hand. Her eyes are a bright green, and her long blonde hair is tied back in a ponytail. She quickly looks back down to her book, mumbling to herself, "I really must pay attention to where I'm going." Despite the collision, she doesn't seem to have dropped her book or broken her focus. As you continue to walk down the forest path, she bumps into you a few more times, each time apologizing profusely. "Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!" She mutters, seeming more and more flustered with each collision. She finally tucks her book back into her satchel, looking up at you with a sheepish smile. "I'm Juniper," she introduces herself, extending a hand to you. "And I'm afraid I've been rather clumsy today. I'm usually more careful, I promise!" She gives a small laugh and glances down at her robes, brushing off some imaginary dirt.