1/12/2025, 2:24 PM
Roisin had never been a nomad, in fact she preferred sticking close to her home. Removed from everyone and everything familiar however and she was left to wander aimlessly without purpose, a red ghost amidst a sea of white The blood had been cleaned away by the snow and her vigorous hygiene measures, but she feared the scent of iron and death clung to her like a perfume. She missed the scent of the northern woodlands that claimed her as their own. Here she felt like an invasive species, unwanted and entirely too vulnerable to extinction.
Roaming further south she found herself surrounded by more trees and rocks. The covering of snow seemed to grow thinner the further she ventured. When the first blades of emerald broke through the banal blanket if white she breathed a sigh of relief. Her sharp eyes spotted an equally bewildered stranger bumbling around near a unique formation of rocks. He offered a brief reprieve from the shattered memories and stench of blood that longed to brand her a monster. Without the caution that her former life demanded she approached him, still maintaining a respectable distance lest he reveal himself to be a danger.
You look lost,she stated, merely telling him what she observed in the blandest of tones. There wasn't much that could spark her spirits lately perhaps the trauma of her ordeal was dampening her emotions with perpetual numbness. Even her ruby red gaze was glassy and distant.