Northstar Vale My Rotten Spirit Of Black

Agana was too deep in her thoughts and did not notice her surroundings. Who could blame her? The memory of her touch was fresh in her mind, and surely won’t go away for the next days. Between them were still things that needed to be clarified, but she will not let them destroy a beautiful winter day.
 
She sniffed the air and was surprised to find she was not alone. Agana stopped in her tracks, glanced around for anyone besides her. Narrowing her eyes, golden gaze searched for someone, but did not manage to find anyone. Was it because of her sadness? Did it affect her senses? Realizing it did not work that way, Agana stood straight up, a slightly annoyed look on her face.
 
“Who’s there?” she almost shouted, glancing around for any movements. Was she followed? Agana did not recognize the scent but waited patiently for her counterpart to show their face.