Totoka River crooked river

He was unaware of his watcher and so he kept up his strange movements for a bit, a scowl crossing his features. This was frustrating but he couldn't seem to stop himself from the pattern. Of course, eventually, he would grow tired of the motion and cease further movements.

It was on one of his small breaks that he lifted his head enough to notice the sleek form out of the corner of his eye. He was unsure if she was real at first. The dismal setting almost made him feel like she was some sort of apparition. Were they some kind of ghost here to remind him of his curse? No, that would have been too easy of an explanation. Nor did it look like they were the kind of ghost to be screaming about curses. A bit too quiet for that.

"I'm...sorry?" He called out to the figure with a tentative tone. Had he perhaps disturbed something he was unaware of?