When the stars align.

She is not but a shadow, a whisper in these lands. She prefers it this way almost. There?s less chance of coming across somebody and having to give the awkward explanation that she doesn?t know who the fuck they are and she doesn?t know why she doesn?t know them. Alas, loneliness has its price. Bi-colored gaze locks upon the form of a woman in the midst of a personal monologue, the phrases Queen being tossed around. She moves closer, curious. ?Are you browsing for yourself?? she inquires, sarcasm evident as ever. It is her native tongue, after all. She observes her surroundings. It is beautiful, but there is beauty in everything. It never overwhelm the russet-tinted babe like it seems to overwhelm others.