There was something strange in the air, over in the valley. She didn't know what to feel or what to think, so she simply moved on. High headed, despite being on the small side. Swift and strong.
There's something in her system that was shining, a fire that can't be put out. A light that can't be turned off. It's something that can't be held back. Pure sin... pure Syn. She loves that part of it too. It's so damned lovely.

The riverside greets her, and it's lovely.
Mid day sun shining down on the snow, a slush of white powder rising up at her sides.
Black as the witching hour itself, but shimmering near blue with the light that hit her coat and lit her properly. Everything was splendid, everything was wonderful, but here she was. Here Syn was, living life and living it strange. Life is fucking weird. She doesn't mind.

To the edge of the river, she makes her way carefully. It's with an easy gait and something... something strange. Easy steps,
careful steps. There's always something strange in her system. Syn was learning how to live with it, how to live with herself as she would. At least it was a nice enough day.