Blackbeak Bluff The night wages on

I am alone, she answers him directly this time, dropping the games.  She does not want to leave him hanging, to mislead him now that the tone has shifted to something more serious.  I have always been alone.

It was more or less the truth, once again.  It had certainly felt like she had always been alone, of course, having never traveled with an individual longer than a few days since her outcast from the Spire.  Honestly, she could not forsee herself doing it now either, although she could not ever pinpoint why she had such an aversion to pack-life.

Perhaps it was fear that these visions were cursed, doomed to show her the fate of anyone she grew remotely close to.

It was upon this lingering thought that he shows her such foriegn kindness that she almost sours under it, wondering just why he would take mercy on such a pitiful soul as she.  She was not beautiful, such as many of the leggy, fae-creatures of the wilds.  She had no connections, no worth in these lands... but maybe he is not wrong in his (bold) assumption that meeting him was something fate had bestowed on her, instead of her presence foreshadowing something else.

His movements catch in her peripherals and she turns to face him once more, daring to make herself comfortable and lying down.  Any amount of spite she had for the other dissipated.  No, I did not.  I saw the Teekons.  I saw the bluffs.  It was only once I arrived that I felt myself drawn, but it may not have had anything to do with the visions.  These things just.. happened to her, she guessed.