@bonnaillie-days
Nectar is remarkably pretty, Hella will admit. She always feels a little more at home near a sea, even an unfamiliar one.
The waters are crystalline and shallow here, with small waves lapping gently against the rocks, and tide pools that wink up at her in the midday sun. Hella was seeking solitude, with half a mind to indulge in some brooding, though its hard to feel broody in such aggressively serene surroundings. So she takes a walk along the narrow strip of sand beside the rocky shore, half-wading in the shallows, until her mind feels pleasantly blank. She feels lighter, too, without her armor on, and without her empty scabbard hanging accusingly against her hip.
When she stops walking, though, doubt surges back in. Really, the situation is dire, and all the more dire for being in such peaceful surroundings. She doesn’t know what kind of a place she’s in, or where she ought to go, or how to even begin finding out those things. There’s nothing and no one to fight. And out here, in the stillness, she could be the only person in the world...the thought crawls up her spine, and her peaceful surroundings suddenly feel slightly sinister. She had wanted to be alone, but -
Hella shields her eyes against the light and glances around, and she can’t deny the relief that blooms in her chest when she catches sight of another figure on the shore. She alters her course slightly to head casually in their direction.
“Hey,” she greets them, as she gets closer, and then blinks, and frowns. The person looks rather familiar to her, but she can’t quite place them.