She can't see the landscape anymore
It's all painted in her grief
All of her history etched out at her feet
It's all painted in her grief
All of her history etched out at her feet
Letha stood there for far too long, and missed her opportunity to leave unnoticed. As the man spotted her she bit the inside of her cheek some. She kicked herself for not turning instantly and going back the way she had come. Too late to do anything, now. The man turned towards her and closed most of the distance between them. She felt a small sense of fear rise in the pit of her stomach, wrapping its fingers around her.
The man, however, seemed pleasant enough. Asking her if she was okay. Letha could not even hide the shock on her face. Was everyone in Caido like this?! Amun, Seren...they had both been kind. Letha let out a long, deep exhale. "I am fine. Just...exploring." She said, letting her hands relaxed. They had clenched into fists before she had time to realize it.
Letha let her eyes run over the man briefly, taking in small details about him. He would be a hard one to miss in the future, with that bright hair of his. "My name is Letha/" She offered it freely, though the fear clenching her gut still second guessed her for doing so. Was this smart? Maybe not, but he had not yet threatened her. No need to strike before being struck, she decided.
