"What are you doing?" The question broke through her reverie. Warja blinked a couple of times and took a deep breath to further the rise away from her daydreaming. That was a good question. What was she doing? "Thinking," came her response. It was true, although it left much to be desired. Putting these particular thoughts into words was difficult. How could she explain what she herself didn't understand? "What about you," she countered, "What are you doing?"
"Warja," Came the voice of another, and the young medic turned to meet the gaze of the fae she'd helped at the border. "No need to apologize," she murmured. It wasn't like she'd intentionally rammed herself into a tree branch. Nonetheless... "You're very welcome."
Emma's next question received an equally cryptic answer as Kismet's. Warja shrugged, her expression playful. "Nothing in particular; the horizon, the possibilities." The adventure.
