[Viskyia Crow]

It was unusual that a night on Demios in the heart of winter didn't threaten snow. It was also unusual that two strangers would stand in the dark on the beach and neither feel slightly threatened. Of course, Viskyia was dressed to run and fight and do all the other things in the world she loved. She couldn't help it, knives strapped beneath the bulk of her sweater always gave her a boldness and confidence she normally wouldn't feel, especially the double bladed ones she'd picked up on her trip with Amelia. And too, she thought how odd it was to be standing on the beach, letting the wind swirl around her, and having a perfectly normally conversation with someone she'd just met. The half-esh shifted, leaned her body back on the balls of her heels, and looked thoughtful. She wondered who the real man was standing before her. Dashing confident rogue attending a masque in his street clothing, or the pensive stoic man bearing witness to the sea and seemingly lost in communion with it. Truth be told, she'd have been content to stand there a bit longer as a silent witness to what exactly he had been doing, for above everything, Kyia was an observer of people... a voyeur standing on the outside who loved just looking in on others and their lives. When he spoke, she simply smiled and responded with a quiet... "Sometimes it is near impossible to hide who we are." Though her words were plain enough, the way she said them might make someone blink and pause, because she seemed to be more speaking of a force of personality rather than actual appearance. Her words matched his, truth be told, forthright and genuinely spoken.

And when he asked, she had no problems volunteering her reasons for visiting the beach. "I don't sleep much. Never have. I'm... a little restless at night, so sometimes I run the beach. When I moved here, I made sure I took up residence in close proximity, and haven't regretted it since. I'm not sure its the ocean though... for me it seems the wind captures my heavier thoughts and bears them out to sea, and decidedly away. It's almost... a recharge to run the beach, and something I miss terribly if I don't." She said thoughtfully, studying his expression. "I doubt it was a lack of awareness of the present. There is no danger here, so there is no need to guard against it. Not now at least... not yet. Someday, maybe so." She said, bringing her left hand up to rub at the base of the back of her neck. Viskyia shook one leg out then the other, and turned to fall into step beside him. "Walk with me?" She asked, not missing the fact that he didn't bother to hide where his eyes were roaming or indeed that he was gathering thoughts behind his gaze. She could walk as much as run, though both were equally agreeable in exchange to standing and staring at him.

Viskyia wasn't much of a 'talker'. She'd rather just go do something than discuss it at length. In the years she'd lived, most of that time had been spent alone, so her communication skills were only recently developed, and somewhat awkward at times. "It's good, I think, that you returned to Demios. Everything here, I've found, has a synchronicity to it, whether we like it or not. You strike me, Michael, as someone who's in a lull in their life... that gray in between time waiting for whatever is next to happen. Did you come here to find that next step? Or just to find yourself?" She asked, curious and feeling strangely comfortable with him enough to skip the light talk that she was so bad at anyhow.

The pathway they took lead back up the beach in the direction she'd come from, and indeed the direction he'd been originally wandering. Wandering. The thought struck Viskyia and she wondered where he was staying. Either way, the leap of faith was easily accessible in the direction they were headed if he was indeed on his home... if that was his home for now, like it seemed to be for everyone else.