Etched in the Sand [OPEN]

Wings fluttering.



"This isn't exactly the kindest environment to be traversing."

The tone of the voice was curious as the sound of crunching sand approached Alex, soft enough to be nearly inaudible had there been any wildlife to make noise in the desolate landscape. She hummed slightly, tilting her head and examining the tendrils coming out of his back with a keen eye.

"I suppose you've come up with a way around the heat though. That's quite wonderful. Haven't seen something like that in... Ages."


A cheerful note to her voice as she crossed her pale arms, smiling lightly.

"You don't know why you're here, do you? No one ever does."

She kept her distance from him, not wanting to incite a negative reaction and thus end the conversation prematurely.

Her smile widened slightly as she trained her gaze to her feet for a moment as she decided to approach him, moving to stand next to him. When she was, she looked up, her eyes following the horizon a moment before she looked over at him.

“There's a few names that people and creatures have branded me with. All of them are correct, in that they have a concept that, despite being fairly sad and gloomy, is essentially the point of my existence. Granted, their depictions of me as a skeleton guy with a scythe is a little in the nose, but…”

She paused as she hummed a bit, looking over his face, “You can call me Didi.”

She motioned for him to walk with her, turning and starting the trek, “I'm familiar with you, though I'm sure you're not terribly fond of me. People that I greet that you've.. Dealt with seem extremely relieved to see me. I don't really blame them. You'd be a scary way to die.”

She kept her hands behind her as they walked, looking around the desolate landscape in curiosity, as if she were seeing things for the first time.




OOC
Hello!~

Didi beamed, “In the flesh. Yeah, that’s the main name that I get. You get why it’s kinda hard to explain such a strange concept. You’re handling it quite well. But, I’m not here for you, so that’s probably part of the reason.”

She stopped talking a bit as they walked, the sound of the sand under their feet filling the silence. She seemed to be looking for something, though was puzzled.

“You know, I don’t really know what I’m doing here either.”

The admission broke the silence quite abruptly and there was another pause before she continued,

“I mean. I exist where there is existence, but… This place feels rather timeless, doesn’t it? In that strange way. Like people that should have died are here and… It’s rather curious. I wonder who created this realm.” She tilted her head and glanced at him a moment before inquiring, “Are you a wanderer, here? How long have you been here?”