Morningside Cuesta song sung blue

this is far from kvarsheim, she knows. yet the walk to the hunt had undoubtedly changed something in her. proven to her that she could make travels quick and safe. perhaps she is small, a wisp of a thing. it means she moves fast.

however she watched as someone moved stronger and faster than herself.

the woman was cloaked in smoky hues. marked with lighter colors as if a skeleton clung to her. some part of her felt jealous of that haunting looking older woman. if she looked like that, it would never matter how fast she was.

her interest is high enough that she does not wish to leave, even if she did not speak yet. there was no attempt to hide her presence either. she only made sure she kept her distance safely. watching, waiting to see if her own interest waned or was fed further.