sick of driving so slow

As Mariah approached Fern Gulley, the familiar scent of lush vegetation and earth filled her senses, a stark contrast to the barren lands she had traversed to reach this place. The trees loomed overhead, their leaves casting dappled shadows on the ground, offering a welcome respite from the harsh sun. She spotted a lone figure sitting beneath a stout, shady tree, his silhouette blending into the tranquil scenery.

Curiosity piqued, Mariah approached the stranger with cautious steps, her silver eyes scanning his form as she drew nearer. The man seemed lost in his thoughts, gnawing on a piece of preserved meat as he gazed out over the landscape. She cleared her throat softly, announcing her presence before speaking. "Hello," she greeted, her voice gentle yet curious. "I hope I'm not intruding ..." She settled herself on the ground nearby, her gaze wandering over the landscape before returning to the man offering him an amused one-sided-smirk. "It just looked like you could use some company." The idea of being forward with someone she didn't know all that well made it difficult for her to keep a straight face.

"Mariah Mendacium"