Rillian was surprised by the sound of footsteps, and then even more so by a soft voice breaking her long solitude. She stood, wary of this stranger with a face unlike any she recognized, features distinct and belonging to no race that Rillian had ever seen. The language he spoke, too, rang in her ears strangely. It was not that she did not understand it--Rillian found that she did, through some strange power she did not fully understand. However, the words, though recognizable, still felt foreign to her.
It took her a few moments of concentration to form her own words in this language. She found she could speak it, but her accent was clumsy compared to the smooth and poetic notes of her native tongue.
"Hello," she said hesitantly. "Can you tell me--where is this place?" she asked. Rillian hoped he would understand her question, though she supposed it must be an odd question for someone to ask. Anyone with any sense must know where they were. Either her suspicion would prove true, and the light had taken her far from her homeland, or she would find she was indeed out of her senses after all.
It took her a few moments of concentration to form her own words in this language. She found she could speak it, but her accent was clumsy compared to the smooth and poetic notes of her native tongue.
"Hello," she said hesitantly. "Can you tell me--where is this place?" she asked. Rillian hoped he would understand her question, though she supposed it must be an odd question for someone to ask. Anyone with any sense must know where they were. Either her suspicion would prove true, and the light had taken her far from her homeland, or she would find she was indeed out of her senses after all.
