Dragoncrest Cliffs smile because you're the deer in the headlights.

Before she even had a chance to get close enough to see the distinct features of her stalkers, one was bolting away like a criminal that had just committed a crime. She paused momentarily and watched as the pale boy sped off without explaining why he had been watching her like a creep. Her eyes remained on the hompleia until he was out of sight and only then did she turn to approach the weirdo that remained.

He greeted her with an excuse that she had no interest in hearing and Rose let her brow furrow as she tried to make sense of his reasoning. “But why was I the target?” she asked with sincere curiosity, trying to understand why this Artaax decided it was ok to target her when there are literally plenty of other things to hunt.