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‘ no. ‘
a taut voice that resounds, nose stirred with the heavy scent of brewing dust, she hesitates little to spoken word, to strange accent and verdict of lost chasms; she whom has traveled the universe and more. there is unrest in her voice, clearly sounded as she burns through her tongue’s last language, worlds past her understanding, skies that tread wary in her desolate and lonely path.
she takes a step forward, as time breathes fast and quick, as she does the same and relaxes into another chronology. her face is swollen, she’s been darting around for quite some time, and perhaps it had to be this place she had to stop by. either way, the traveler needed a break.
‘ —was actually just wondering,'
continuously, she asks as she draws a step forward, a few paces nearer, though she is heavily guarded, stride not at all confident, but cautious. her toes draw out her boot than her heel leads, leg rounding about the shaky earth (this place is not stable, she can feel it), and then she proceeds her step.
‘ if you knew of a place i could sit down at. ‘
she has only her collared button up, not white, but a light shade of sand accomplished through the years, loosely fitting, and dirt all about disheveled pants. oddities aside, the only thing that seemed to be kept so vividly was a black scarf, yet still tethered at the edges—— frayed threads that danced about the noon breeze.
eyes wander from the top of her head, down to hear well worn shoes. mouth says nothing, not yet, still taking in the presence of the foreigner. she's aware, more tentative when taking a step forward as if the earth would crumble at her very feet. it disturbs her, yet pleases her to know that she's come across a person who may be intellectually compatible with her. maybe. or perhaps it was just keen senses; luck guiding her wherever she wished to go. strands of hair as dark as night clinging onto her face, she sees, it holds no particular importance to rosalind, but she couldn't help but observe. it's the most she could do for now.
' --hm? '
never one who's good at deductions, but it was apparent that the woman was exhausted. theory proven right once questioned about a suitable place for rest. she was standing there, posture stiff, breathing limited yet she held a smile that almost resembled a mask. stone pavement beneath her heels; not one to tell her that she was as lost as the stranger. true, this place was the same as where rosalind had come from, but with minute changes-- in which she had not discovered what they are.
' come. '
she sounded as if she was waiting for a friend, or that the femme was an orphan she has now had the burden to take care of. voice stern, laced with an accent. a command, not a question, and she wasn't going to wait around if the raven woman refuses her help. aware that the tiniest movements cause the biggest changes, she takes a step forward, making her way to the place she's called home.
' welcome to columbia. '
