[Sneaking up on him--it's probably not going to happen, as long as her powers are so hard to use. But she's not here to figure out what he's doing, anyway. It's just the most convenient place to sleep she's found so far, protected from the occasional downpour and without too much in the way of local wildlife. Finding space between the crystals can be a pain, but otherwise, it's perfect.
...So long as she's not tempted to look at what those crystals show, anyway.
His footsteps are what catch her attention in the first place. The sound of his steps, the rub of metal against metal, the way it stops a ways in, not far from where she's camped out for the evening. In the quiet, she rises up, picking her way between a few of the jutting stones, towards the place the footsteps stopped.]
Hello? Pardon.
[He might catch sight of her reflection before he does her actual body. From this angle, a girl with pink hair and wings--from that, a humanoid figure made entirely of stone. An older woman, sad-eyed. A young man who didn't bother with a shirt before he put on his vest, his hair drifting vaguely up. It goes on and on.]
iv.
...So long as she's not tempted to look at what those crystals show, anyway.
His footsteps are what catch her attention in the first place. The sound of his steps, the rub of metal against metal, the way it stops a ways in, not far from where she's camped out for the evening. In the quiet, she rises up, picking her way between a few of the jutting stones, towards the place the footsteps stopped.]
Hello? Pardon.
[He might catch sight of her reflection before he does her actual body. From this angle, a girl with pink hair and wings--from that, a humanoid figure made entirely of stone. An older woman, sad-eyed. A young man who didn't bother with a shirt before he put on his vest, his hair drifting vaguely up. It goes on and on.]