Denocte had, in her humble opinion, a good piece of land. From mountains to this prairie, Willoughby felt it was as diverse as its citizens. She longed to meet all of them as well as explore every part of this realm. Her stop today made the maiden feel content. A large expanse stretched before her, welcoming and beckoning her forth.
She liked wide open places as well as cities. But there was only so much she could do in both before getting bored. As a vagabond currently, Willoughby had the world. She held in lovingly to her chest. Nothing tied her down, nothing demanded her attention... It was sad and wonderful. She wanted more, but she also knew she'd miss what she had.
Merely taking the time this afternoon to walk the prairie, the maiden hummed softly. She was working on a tune to play at the Night Market; something lighthearted and full of the season's blessing. Summer was an excellent time to work on music, for she found the muse came to her easier. Slowing to a halt, she realized she wasn't alone.
Another being ahead of her, perhaps unaware of her existence... She walked slowly from behind, her neck low as she hoped to catch a glimpse of their face.
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