So she walked.
Letha was a woman who had to move. If she fell stagnant, death would come for her. At least, that is how it felt. It felt like she would shrivel up like a raisin and die. While she knew that was not true, it was hard to argue with it when he body screamed so much for motion. For action. For creation. For distraction. Unable to contain it, she walked. This dock was becoming a familiar friend to the dark-haired woman. The smell of the salt from the ocean was a comfort to her, and faces on the docks started to become familiar as well. She did not know names, but she noticed which faces sunk into dark alleys and which ones had the front of honesty.
With being so distracted in watching others and taking in as much information as she could in an attempt to press other thoughts away, Letha nearly stepped on the necklace. A glint of sunset light sparked through the stone and caught her attention before she was able to bend any of the wiring. With an intrigued hum, she picked it up. It was wet. With knit-together brows, the ascended walked over to the edge of the dock, looking down towards the water for any sign of where it might have come frrom.
