Snippet #2371917

It had been so long since she had left the manor, crossing many roads and many mountains to reach this spot, and a measly forest would not stand in her way. And yet her journey was still far from over, but for Lucia - she had all the patience in the world. Even the names were unfamiliar to her, just as she was unfamiliar to others. She had not spoken to a single living entity since the raid night eighteen years ago and she had no reason for such a formality, or in some cases, informality. In most situations, her blade was sufficient to start and end any conversation she had so desired, although she would only draw in circumstances where her progress was impeded. Intervention in an event on her part was an unfathomable thought to her and this was something she made quite clear traveling along the cruder and lower districts of cities where both peace and money were scarce.

The Voice had led her here. The shoddy forward encampment was situated at the border of the forest, a small expedition group preparing to depart. The where and why had all but escaped her. She did not care where she was going as long as she reached her destination and satisfied the lingering feeling in the back of her mind. Lucia walked casually with her eyes forward, hands at her sides as she approached the edge. The forest before her emitted a low, disquieting sensation that felt heavy in the air around her, but this was hardly a cause for concern. Time was no obstacle. She could take however long she decided, and as this was its choice, she had no reason to oppose it. It would lead her there without fail, though failure wouldn't be such a terrible thing either.
She walked around the group as what appeared to be the leader was making sure everyone was getting ready, planning on simply walking ahead of them while they were still preparing.