Freedom Soars

Her mind had begun to wander, the rest of her almost on auto-pilot as she meandered about the rocks and crevices, content simply to go where her limbs took her and see the things her nose deemed worthy of inspection. Of course, most of it was much of the same, eventually leading her to keep her attention off her feet and seeking more of interest from the horizon than the ground. She wasn't about to complain, though. Just about anything and everything she'd seen so far had proven refreshingly...new, since her time in the Kingdom. That was, until something--rather, someone--appeared in front of her, starting an alarm in her head until she could catch up with her runaway subconscious.

Praxis had recognized that shade of purple, that speck of blue that was her company's eye, but upon closer inspection her lungs released a heavy breath. Whether that breath was one of relief or disappointment, though, not even she was entirely sure. This wasn't her brother but a stranger, her voice solidifying that label as she spoke, though her words encouraged the pale femme to push aside her initial thoughts in favor of a cordial smirk and a shake of her head. "Oh, no. Forgive me. I...thought you were somebody else." A single, dismissive chuckle, followed by a comfortable moment of silence as she fully took in the sight of the other. Perhaps...confirming that her senses weren't fooling her.

"Praxis," she eventually added with a dip of her skull. "Praxis Cyprien."

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