Eira has spent some time exploring about the city now, taking in the lights and the sounds and the very footstep and heartbeat of the city. After some time, she has finally tired of the ever-spinning heights around her, of the ever-booming sound, the twirling her way through the corridors of unfamiliarity.
Even a woman of the winds and their whims needs a moment to sit, to stall, to think despite her ever-moving mind. She finds a clearing among the towering buildings, watching the unfamiliar birds stake their claim to the stones and what little greenery they offered.
She finds the time spent in gentle reflection so woefully empty, however, and it takes little time for her gaze to wander off to other passersby and conjure about anything else she could possibly be doing. That's when her gaze lands on her.
Picked on a whim, though perhaps that she was very pretty played some little piece of the puzzle in her brain. The woman approaches with an eager and earnest grin, nearly bouncing upon her toes when she finally gets close enough for speech.
" Hello! This one is aware you do not know this one - as this one has only just arrived, and yet... This one was wondering and wishing for company in the feeding of birds... If you would be so kind to join this one upon such a jaunt or any other journey you may have in mind! "
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