[ What appears to be a knight stands at the abstract crossroads Gray once stood at three months ago. She never thought she'd be on the opposite side of things, the mysterious figure appearing from the blue to impart wisdom and advice... though she has the low feeling that she won't actually be good for either of those things. But she supposes that if you're lost, any kind of map is better than none, even if that map is half of some animal's lunch and covered in mud.
Three months ago, she also might have found this knight's menacing armor and rough address intimidating, but to her own surprise she now finds that she isn't especially nervous. Maybe it's just that she's found more urgent things to be afraid of than social blunders or even a stab to the gut.
She looks to the knight, mildly surprised by the female voice that echoes from within, but otherwise does not get lost as instructed. The hint of vibrant green that flashes from within the helmet grabs her attention, though she can't put a finger on why. Despite herself, Gray's head lifts from its customary low tilt, a product of her permanent desire to obscure her face under her ever-present hood.
Curiosity aside, Gray actually wouldn't mind leaving if she's bothering this person this much, but she feels that she at least needs to ask: ]
Do you know where you're going?
[ Her voice is soft around the edges and unassuming, a complete contrast to the knight's voice. ]
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Three months ago, she also might have found this knight's menacing armor and rough address intimidating, but to her own surprise she now finds that she isn't especially nervous. Maybe it's just that she's found more urgent things to be afraid of than social blunders or even a stab to the gut.
She looks to the knight, mildly surprised by the female voice that echoes from within, but otherwise does not get lost as instructed. The hint of vibrant green that flashes from within the helmet grabs her attention, though she can't put a finger on why. Despite herself, Gray's head lifts from its customary low tilt, a product of her permanent desire to obscure her face under her ever-present hood.
Curiosity aside, Gray actually wouldn't mind leaving if she's bothering this person this much, but she feels that she at least needs to ask: ]
Do you know where you're going?
[ Her voice is soft around the edges and unassuming, a complete contrast to the knight's voice. ]