Emberwood I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone.

Vasa found herself in a quiet woodland, alone with her thoughts; it was a familiar routine for her and had been for many months, ever since she'd decided to make traveling a full-time job. She didn't mind it. Companions came and went. Eventually she would find another, and the loneliness would subside for a time. Then they would leave, and it would return.

This was just her life.

She was used to taking company as it came, so when she wandered across a pale stranger, Vasa chuffed to announce herself. Her tail swayed slowly, but she didn't close the rest of the distance between them just yet. Instead she lingered where she was, giving the dark-eyed man the option of accepting or rejecting her invitation to talk.