It's all painted in her grief
All of her history etched out at her feet
Her explorations had not yet turned up short. This new place was so full of mystery and wonder. Letha could not help but wander, eyes wide and ever moving. Despite the curiosity she felt in her breast, she knew she had to be careful. Before she had descended too far into the ruins, she had found a sharp, sturdy rock. It was nearly three inches long, and resembled a knife enough for her to believe that it may have been one, once. She slipped it into her skirt pocket, ready to yield it should she need to protect her life.
She had been born to skilled builders, but they had been born to warriors. Letha had instincts, and she knew when to let them guide her.
While she wandered she had not intended to disturb any other being. However, just like how the rest of her time had been in Caido, Letha stumbled upon someone. Before her, a large gorge spread out, covered with mist. Her heart fluttered with the familiarity of it, even though she had never seen it before. It reminded her of the cliffs of where she had once come from, a place she had once called home. Her eyes trailed across the bridge, and onto the stranger. He was a small man, not any taller than her, but Letha kept her distance anyway, remembering the rock in her pocket. She had yet to decide if she was going to be the one to speak first.
Samuel
