Silver Moraine and they called him, "Lemon Boy"

The questions do not feel so strange to Leonore, and yet as the fur on her spine stood up at the sudden touch and the stranger gave a grin, she could not help but feel discomforted. I left home. It was the simple answer, the truth. I want to find where the water ends.

What she truly did not understand was why the other claimed it was a bad choice to have come alone. The previous stranger she came across had a rather negative perspective on her solitude as well. How can it be a bad choice? Her curiosity bubbles up, leaving her throat without consideration of whether or not she wants to hear the answer that will come from it.