Oh, you say you have to fall apart to really be someone
Meandering past large pools and small kisses barely large enough to be considered puddles, the sights and vistas rippling on the surface kept changing. Forced to keep an eye on where she went lest she fell into one, Maea entertained herself by weaving tales of the things she saw. Naming mountains and sunny hillocks, weaving legends about a ruin in some forgotten vale or bustling city street kept her restive mind occupied for a good while.
When a figure ahead of her registered, it brought her to a halt. In the drifting haze there was a lonesome and almost brooding quality to the shade. Recalling tales of darker things, like banshees and ghouls and the elusive Morgen, she hesitated to approach. Without more than her chakram to defend herself and quite on her own, it seemed foolish to risk anything... A quick look around showed nowhere to hide, however, leaving her with limited options. Turn back? Forge ahead and hope for the best? Or, perhaps if she just went around it...
She began to angle around the huddled figure, keeping half an eye on it in case it began to move, and the other on the ground.
When a figure ahead of her registered, it brought her to a halt. In the drifting haze there was a lonesome and almost brooding quality to the shade. Recalling tales of darker things, like banshees and ghouls and the elusive Morgen, she hesitated to approach. Without more than her chakram to defend herself and quite on her own, it seemed foolish to risk anything... A quick look around showed nowhere to hide, however, leaving her with limited options. Turn back? Forge ahead and hope for the best? Or, perhaps if she just went around it...
She began to angle around the huddled figure, keeping half an eye on it in case it began to move, and the other on the ground.
