She didn’t know who she was.
For a time, she was alone. The wanderer, outcast, she with no connections and no home. Her family a blur of memory, gone in a rush of strange violent delights, both a nightmare and a dream all wrapped in one. A time long past, and so she walked alone.
As it had been for so long.
So it was nothing new when she crossed the precipice of a new frontier with no one. Tsillah was not aware of how to exist around others, of how to be a part of them. They gathered in groups, she noted, ranging from pairs to larger collections – peculiar, she thought. How did they wander, being so close to another? Silence was her companion, always with her and comforting her. The wind was often there, singing her songs and stories of the world around her.
It was whistling through the grasses around her. She walked, pace slow, with little heed of where it was she was going.
Let fate decide what lay before her. She had no true care, nor desire.
So it was before, and so it shall be now.