Qeya River What’s meant to be will always find a way.

Shivali comes to a stop and turns to face her company, so insistent to stay with her. It doesn’t necessarily annoy her; she’s used to little gremlins following her around and asking her questions. But they could understand more of her language than this man can, and certainly more than she can understand of him. So she awkwardly smiles as he speaks again, further uncertain through conversation. “Me?” she asks with a slight tilt of her head, searching his respectable features for an answer. Even knowing their barrier, he tries and she finds more frustration in it than he likely finds information.