A call brought Hanuh’s attention to the hill above. The girl looked up to see what appeared to be a dark elf, wearing a royal red outfit. Her dark skin and snowy hair drastically contrasted each other. The young woman seemed older than her – just by a little – and concerned.

The teenager's heart skipped. She was not mentally prepared for social interactions so soon. Her brown eyes widened from beneath her dark blue hood. In a flash, her staff was folded in half and hung on her back. Her hands slipped behind her back, she fidgeted with her fingers as she assumed a suddenly prim and proper posture. While still dazed, she stepped forth. She attempted to keep balance while maintaining her composure. Through the sounds of nature and the pounding of the rain, she had only hardly heard the drow. She came closer, hoping that up close her pointed ears would be more attuned.

The light rainfall still tormented her face. Her head was still flowing with nature’s tears. Many times she reached to wipe the rain off her cheeks, and readjust her hood. Every time she finished, she went back to her straight posture. Mud collected on her boots due to the wet of the ground. She felt it cling to her body, trying to root her. Yet, she pressed on, back up the hill. Soon, she was within several feet of the taller elf blood.

As the light tan skinned quarter elf stepped up to her, she cleared her throat.

How should she respond?

She was indeed lost. Not just in the area, but in time as a whole. How could someone believe she had traversed through time, however? Even compared to most magical feats seen in Althanas, time travel was a rarity. As of now, maintaining her posture, she spoke. Her voice partially seemed shaken, as if social interaction was a strange and foreign concept to her. Indeed, she was quite socially inept. Mixed with her conformist, formal mentality, however, she knew how to speak at the very least. She chose her words carefully, sounding eons older than she actually was.

“Indeed, I am lost. Do you carry knowledge of where we are? When? Time seems to... slip from my memory. Any assistance would be openly appreciated.”