A young woman walked idly through the remotely empty streets. Since there were so few inhabitants, she did not wear her black cloak hood over her this day, leaving her blood red hair, tipped in silver, and glowing silver eyes unveiled to the usually discouraging or fearful eyes. A sword hung under her cloak at her left side, along with numerous other blades and weapons hidden in places on her person, if the need to use them arose.

She tilted her head up, and glared at the raging sun. She stopped, slipping off her cloak and folding it, carrying it in her arms as she walked on. She paused, lifting her eyes, nostrils flaring. <The sea...> she thought, walking with slightly longer strides. She climbed up a small rise, and stopped at the top, overlooking the shoreline to the water out beyond. She cocked her head slightly, glancing behind her, and then made her way down to the water, crouching down, running her fingertips along the smooth surface as the waves softly came and went in their ancient rhythm.

The woman felt an itch in the back of her mind, making her look to her left. She saw about a hundred yards away, a man bending down, drinking the ocean water. She blinked curiously. <Interesting...> she mused as he laid down to seemingly rest from the heat.