Wanderings

Identification wasn't too far away from God's Garden, lost within her own thoughts. What was it about Auster that made life seem so kind and loving? Was it the season, or just the way things were? A soft sigh slipping from her lips as she surveyed the lands that strange new rocks sprouted from the earth, ears flicked in confusion. Who or what was here before everyone? Who made these ruins as they seemed to be?

Soon the sounds of songs coming from a soft ringing chime caught the woman's attention. Perking up as she spotted the source it admitted from. Ears perked forwards as a smile crept along her maw. "Hello there. I am Identification." Her words were warm and kind. "I hope that today is fairing you well."

"Speech!"