Syphe
Silent Nomad
Sera took her eyes off the man she was helping for a second before looking back and seeing that he had lost consciousness. Still didn't get a name either. Kore didn't have much urgency in her voice and neither did the man himself. Amnesia makes a person lose their memories, not how to feel pain. Yet, no one seemed to bat an eye to the situation, one casually flinging medical advice at her as well; like she actually had something like alcohol lying around. At least some people weren't feeling like crap, though, she saw Snow no longer had thorns and was hugging Jackson, if only briefly. 'Good,' she thought, smiling slightly. 'Some positivity is helpful for morale.' Sighing with resignation, Sera shouldered her back and began to walk by herself through the path that Kore had created.
Daydreaming was not something she did too often when outside in unpopulated places, but the group was under the shelter of plenty of plants and trees, so it was unlikely she'd have to react to anything on a moment's notice. Stuffing her hands in her pockets, she softly hummed a tune to herself. A tune that her mother had taught to her.
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Daydreaming was not something she did too often when outside in unpopulated places, but the group was under the shelter of plenty of plants and trees, so it was unlikely she'd have to react to anything on a moment's notice. Stuffing her hands in her pockets, she softly hummed a tune to herself. A tune that her mother had taught to her.
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