BEATRIX
Beatrix was exploring; bundled against the cold. She wanted to see if there were parts of the Citadel that could help piece her memories, as fuzzy as they were, together. Not because she missed remembering, but it was annoying to have pieces and nothing else.
The trip also served a logical purpose, allowing her to get to used to Halo and the surroundings. After all, she was not happy about finding out she had woken up in a village of outcasts and cannibals.
Her steps had followed music, it was early enough that she was completely intrigued, enough so to abandon her current path. Footsteps in the snow aid her in finding the music, and she steps carefully in the larger prints.
And then she's listening, watching, dark eyes curious. Beatrix was silent, afraid if she spoke the person might stop playing.
The trip also served a logical purpose, allowing her to get to used to Halo and the surroundings. After all, she was not happy about finding out she had woken up in a village of outcasts and cannibals.
Her steps had followed music, it was early enough that she was completely intrigued, enough so to abandon her current path. Footsteps in the snow aid her in finding the music, and she steps carefully in the larger prints.
And then she's listening, watching, dark eyes curious. Beatrix was silent, afraid if she spoke the person might stop playing.
LAUNCELEYN
