prayer of the refugee

it was a motto of sorts to live by at this point in her life. accept the things one cannot change, and one would be happier for it. though happiness was a pipe dream. she settled for acceptance. Heloise wandered amongst the red foliage, her blue eyes a stark contrast to such things. she had no direction at this time of day. the meetings she had held with others in the back of her mind for now. whatever had transpired, she was looking toward the future.

unaware this landscape was more for... intimate encounters, she'd pass by unassumingly. if she met another with ill intent, she was ready to take them down or flee the scene. she knew her own limitations. especially if she was outclassed. though sometimes pride did get in the way. though if she met anyone in this landscape, she would politely welcome them to chat with her. she was not looking to make foes out of the people living here or anywhere else.

so far she had been to the east aside from the northern climate she now walked in. north was far more her type of setting. the snow lingered even in the summer, staining the ground with ivory and allowing her to briefly blend in. though if one looked amongst the area, they would be able to pick her out quite easily. Heloise would pause, hearing a rustling nearby. swinging her body toward it, she would await and see what transpired.