Normally, falling into the lull of meditation was easy for Maya. For her, it was basically second nature after all these years. But that day, not even the crisp air and overwhelming quiet of the Mistwood could get her to relax. Too much stress? Probably… Either way, it wasn’t happening any time soon.
Swinging her legs off the side of the rock she was sitting on, Maya gave a hearty sigh of acceptance. It was frustrating, but this wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last. On the bright side, if she wasn’t getting any meditation in, then she could at least catch herself something to eat!
Maya drew her gun and held it close as she dropped into the brush surrounding her usual meditating spot. Hunting out here was actually quite easy, with how bizarrely quiet everything was. If you strained your ears, you could hear a pin drop! Or… in today’s case, cracking twigs. That’s strange, she thought to herself as she moved through a patch of trees, deer don’t usually come out this way.
She fell into a crouch on instinct, flicking the holosight of her Plasma Caster up in case she had to be ready. The footfalls were getting closer, and part of her was excited to finally have something that wasn’t cup noodles for dinner! Unfortunately, as she hopped up out of the brambles, it wasn’t a deer she was pointing her gun at, but… a man.
❝ Hi. ❞ Well, this was awkward.
well, another person was not among the things corvo thought he would encounter. there isn’t much he can do facing down a gun in his current state. if he tries his blink, she could think him a threat. an attempt at disarmament was an option, but a risky one. he decides against either. the woman appears just as confused to see him as he does to see her, and the royal protector will take his chances at avoiding violence altogether.
❝ hi, ❞ he says after some effort, displaying his hands palms-out for her to see. ❝ my apologies for... startling you. i would greatly appreciate it if you didn’t shoot me. ❞
the stranger looks as though she’s been camping out here for a while, but corvo can’t quite formulate why. her gun isn’t at all like any hunting gear he’s ever seen.
❝ i was just passing through. i’ve never been to this part of the island. ❞