Otter Creek Sound of Silence

she thought him a peaceful thing, friendly in nature despite the unfamiliarity between them. she had always believed it was an odd thing to find kindness in foreign lands, and yet she had recently only cross passed with good spirited folk. she wondered if it was an act on some of their parts to play the saint, and how tiring it must be to keep up such appearances for others.

after some countless minutes passed and her heart fell to a steady beat, she rose from her spot and looked towards the obsidian cloaked man. "ready whenever you are," she let out with a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips, some slight guilt still felt for having collided with him earlier.