[ @aaraegisess ]
How can one find solace in a city that never sleeps? While car horns and the murmurs of nightlife, or shouts of a person who had one too many shots at the bar, stirred the air in less residential districts, places nearest the Han River tended to be calmer, ignorant of whatever else was going on. With a dull scuff, she hastily kicked off her shoes and abandoned a paved walkway running parallel to the water to instead walk along the often rocky, abrupt shoreline itself. Dainty feet leaped from rock to rock with an inhuman fluidity, each movement sure and purposeful.
Sometime later, she came across what resembled a chunk of discarded concrete probably meant to starve off the effects of land erosion and decided to use it like a perch. It wasn’t long before her dark eyes were distracted with the smears of reflected city lights bobbing and sparkling in the small waves. Some may argue that it was lonely, but that natural peace and stillness were the closest things to her favorite, isolated glades back home that the alien could find nearby.
Besides her own soft humming and the consistent lapping of waves against the shore, there wasn’t really any other sound or disturbance. So, imagine her surprise when movement on the opposite bank suddenly caught her eye. If it had been one person, she would’ve chalked it up to her own inattention, but there were several figures. How did she miss a group? Her bright head cocked in confusion. And what were they doing so late at night?
