Another day, another endless stretch of road to walk. He never knew exactly where it would take him, what would happen, or who he would meet, but it was all no more than daily routine at this point. Tedious in a sense, yet never quite dull; repetitive at times, but always prone to the unexpected. Yasuo was in no shortage of surprises, though undoubtably more bad than good.
Seemed nature had decided to refresh its lands today.
Adjusting his conical hat, the wanderer’s hair stuck out the back in a less than discrete fashion. He would cut it when he redeemed himself, but now was not that time, and until then he would carry the burden. He had already been accused of so much, killed so many; what has a little more weight on his back?
The melody of droplets softly pattering against the trees and ground was a welcomed song; however, a set of footsteps unlike his own slowly joined the collage of sounds. Prompting the ronin’s gaze to lift, the figure of another traveler met his eyes. Female, dark-skinned, strangely white hair. Her attire appeared as worn as his, also having a few remnants of armor on select parts of the body. There was an emblem on her shoulder plate that, though faded, was as recognizable as the sun itself.
“Few choose to travel in the midst of a storm. It would be more suitable for me to continue–”
The man had no intention to come off as cold or brooding, but he felt no need to be polite or welcoming either. Everyone he met was just a stranger, faces that came and went, some without uttering a single word. There was little point in formalities, he would never see them again.
Though brief a response, it was just what she imagined the other would say. Her business was her own as well as the travelers, to intrude would go against everything she stood for but to not ask or offer a worried tongue was also something she could not help. And the man made it apparent that there was no need for services.
The rain began hitting harder and the cool air and wind surrounded the open area; truly a small blessing. Yet eyes lingered as if this was undeserving, she felt as if he knew full-well she was on unwelcomed land, a land she slayed and witnessed dead a hundred of his people. There was no way to prove such a thing, of course, besides the symbol, but Ionian hues always seemed to catch her in the way that they knew. Always knew.
Paranoid, constantly. Why wouldn’t she be? Even if she did not serve her motherland religiously anymore, she reeked of Noxus. Reeked of Ionian blood, there was no escaping that past and starting anew was that all she had.
“ As you wish. “ Riven muttered, letting the rain drench her hair, clothing and skin, doing her best to enjoy a bath from the heavens with a stranger.
Thunder roared, yet the sky was too cloudy and bright to see lightning. But it was there-- she felt it as if it were ready to strike her down.
“ I will pray for safe travels. “ She added, wiping her hair and face to look directly at the man, “ ...do be careful. “
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