ooc. Ace is invading this thread
For once she wasn't high as shit. Winter was making itself out to be a time where she would have no luck in her usual shenanigans. At least, in most places. She was hardly seeking out a high, she'd spent enough time doing that in the late autumn. Sighing, the girl kept up her lackadaisical pace. She'd been traipsing her way across Alacritia for a while now, mourning her losses in her own unhealthy way. Aksel was dead, and so was her mother. The rest of her family had been out of the picture since she'd been mere seasons old. It seemed to be in the lass' nature to lose her loved ones. Friends were nothing to be spoken of. Part of her thought giving up would be nice, but she was far too stubborn for that to be a concept for too long. The lanky girl found herself in the south, though she wasn't entirely aware yet. She found the area familiar, but wasn't thinking about too much at the time.
The Rio Grande was a nice place, even in the bitter times of winter. It was a good place to rest, it looked like. The patchwork girl looked over the area, seeking somewhere appealing to sit for a little while. A slate hued figure near the river attracted her attention, as well as the catch at his feet. Was she hungry? After a moment of pondering, she figured out that no, she wasn't hungry right now. Besides, the stranger was far too big for her to be bothered with a con or a lure. Her usual antics weren't going to do it for her with this guy, looked like. Delicate toes skimmed over the terra as she meandered over to him, acidic pools watching him warily. He looked familiar. A frown would play at her features, puzzling out the identity of this stranger. There was no denying it. She'd met him somewhere before. In the haze of a high, perhaps? No, there were others present when she'd met him. Who? No telling. The golden tip of her banner would flick irritably, attempting to figure it out before she reached him.
The closer she got, the more there was the nagging feeling that she wasn't in the mood to socialize. It was too late now. She would pause, hesitating a few paces from the male. Gods damn it, where had she met him before? "Do I know you, dude?" She enquired gruffly, scrutinizing him openly now. Alright, so she was far from the suave character that her father could have turned her into, but she wasn't exactly on her game today. Ivory audit flicked briefly as a bug buzzed too close. Narrow form swayed to and fro for a moment, pensive. He didn't look like someone to be spoken to informally, and yet she'd gone and done it anyway.
"Speech"
