73rd Day of The Season of Fall, 510 AV It was one of those days. No matter how hard headed Una was she simply could not help being both angry and sad once her memories caught up with her again for a bit. Lhavit was not really much of a place when you need to be alone, except if you wanted to stay inside your own room, but who in Priskil's name would want something limited like that? She needed to be alone now, didn't she? Well that's what she was doing usually, wasn't it? That's right, she needed some time for herself, and she knew just the place. There was this run down place on the edge of Sartu peak, not so far from the Iraltu's observatory, but still far enough so she doesn't need to talk to anyone. The place was a perfect hideout, and it was also somewhat nostalgic as it was a lot like sitting on the edge of a cliff. The view from the spot was quite marvelous but the lack of noise is what drew her most to picking that one out of more potential candidates. It was in sight now, the very sight of it pleased her in some wierd way. „Her perfectly alone spot“, but this time something was off, as she was glaring onto it from a distance and she could see a trespasser. A man, and wait, was it a Symenestra? She did not really care what race he was, she only figured that throwing him off the cliff would have no effect as Symenestra could easily scale walls and things like that. Shrugging her shoulders to the thought of simply taking a stone and hitting him until he was angry enough to lose a fight. She did not hate him, she just hated to share, she was selfish that way when it came to certain things. Moving closer to the man, she ignored greeting him at first as she just sat there beside him and gazed into the distance. A bit further into her mind, a thought flashed her; What if he needed to be alone as well? But then she just shook her head wanting to tell him he needs to find a new spot 'cause this one was her's. Giving up the ressistance, she was in no mood for a fight, she let out a small indifferent breath before asking him: „So what are you doing here?“ she still did not want to look at him as she was now laying down on the ground and looking at the sky; It really was a beautiful morning. |