For a few moments silence enveloped her in the aftermath of her actions staring intently at the pile of dirt strewn haphazardly before her. Behind her the river babbled pleasantly but the sound seemed to thrum inside her head, enveloping her mind like the beating of a drum and drowning out the world around her. Memories long repressed surfaced violently, flashing like lightning before her eyes. The high pitched laughter of a child. The splash of a large body. Screams. Silence. Everything and then nothing.

It is only the approach of another the breaks whatever spell had overcome her, snapping her back to the present like a rubber band feeling like years had passed when it had been a matter of mere seconds. Her eyes flutter as she blinks quickly, gaze of ice and amethyst flitting around in confusion until the form of the approaching girl came in to focus. She looked at her straight on for only a moment, taking in the black girl stained in red. “So appropriate…” she mutters to herself before the stranger speaks. Her slender head tilts to the side at the words, large ears perked forward in interest even as her gaze slides slightly to the left of the other girl, eyes unfocusing slightly again. “What it is is plain to see, of Adelia’s fortune and who might you be?” The only response or introduction that was to be had from her, no doubt.

As she finishes she stands, nose rising in the air as she inhales the clean scent of spring intermingled with the girls own, something damp from wherever she called home no doubt. She stopped a few paces away, head still tilted slightly to the side as if in confusion or intrigue and her eyes still pointed somewhere to the left of the dark girls face. A smile pulled across her cream-lined lips and despite not seeming all there her tail was given to a few friendly waves at her heels. Touched, they had called her. Oh how she had been touched.