Sweet Nothing [Open]

They escaped the caverns and she blinked rapidly, blinking back the sun that filtered into her sensitive eyes. Crazy or not, the sun was never a welcome thing. She preferred the covering of trees, the shade over the blinding glare of the sun. In the shadows she remained a phantom, a forgettable visage in the distance. Her gaze drifted over to her sudden companion, watching him silently with curious eyes... but did she want to remain invisible? Why had she remained so distant in the first place? That was easy... she was mentally disturbed and she didn't want people to know. So she put on the facade of a loner and it seemed to work. She wasn't sure she missed the company of many, the voices kept her well occupied and bit away her loneliness, but this companionship, with a single soul who wished to understand her, to know her better it was... nice.

"Clever..." She murmured quietly, stepping out of the moist caves and into the grass. "Tell me a bit about yourself Octavian, do you have a family? Friends? Allies? Enemies?" It had been a long time since she had engaged in true conversation. She was a bit at a loss on how to hold a proper conversation with etiquette, tact, and tastefulness, but she tried, it was all she could do to keep trying.