What did she seek?
The answer to that question was one that she was oblivious too, unable to find the answer. Too long had she wandered alone, walking strange domains and worlds away from anything familiar. Her past was buried, a mere haze of blood and violence. Who was her family, her mother, her father? Names inside her mind, long gone.
And she kept her distance from him, unsure of what it was he wanted. Herd dynamics were nothing she knew of, not understanding any part of it, as her eyes followed him with suspicion. There was no dislike nor anger, just a caution for her own well being.
“I don’t know the answer to that question,” she responds simply, in a flat voice. There was no answer she could give to him that would make sense. Her eyes finally turned away, a strange impassive mask falling over her expression.
“Why seek something when you don’t even know what it is you are, or who you are,” she adds on. Her name she knew, her path ahead was always forward. She’d never moved sideways, for a strange fear of what was behind her having a chance to catch her. What she was afraid of, she didn’t know and she would not be speaking this to him.
She looked back to the other as she abruptly stopped, head up high and ears back as the wind caught her silver hair and sent it rippling like a wave curling upon itself.
“Do you know who you are?” She questions him, a strange wistful tone entering her voice, the first emotion beyond her distancing herself.