07-16-2018, 03:18 AM
The bard had wandered off in a third, originally different direction than the other two when she had left Serena and Annabeth to their own devices. She had hoped to meet them again, but it didn't seem as if that was in the cards, at least not yet. Perhaps she should have broached the idea of going along with one of them, but it had seemed that Serena needed to get back to where she had been from before she was found to be gone too long, and Annabeth moved of whatever accord that glass mages did. However, Scherza herself had no real sense of direction, honestly, not having a lot of skill in such things, and she wound up meandering about for a good while before finally seeming to just stumble upon an encampment.
Literally, just before she stumbled in past a treeline, she had thought she had heard music, and being the musician she was, she gave no regard to what it was, rather that she simply needed to hear it. It seemed familiar, was there another that carried the storm song with them? With that thought in mind, she suddenly burst into the campfire area, her tri-colored feline companion close behind her in a tizzy at her haste, tail puffed up. The elf looked around a bit wild-eyed a moment, her hat askew, clothes a bit disheveled as she literally had just brushed through a bunch of trees without any regard.. However, the song had now stopped and she blinked, looking around, wondering had she perhaps just gone mad, and suddenly, she saw the glassweaver. A familiar face! <b>"Oh. Hey there! Um . . . "</b> Even as she started her greeting, it was quite plain to see there were many others there too. <i>And now they entirely think I'm mad, great job, there!</i> She thought as she made an attempt to smooth out her clothing, removing her hat to give a small bow. <b>"My apologies, I didn't mean to disturb. Ah, if you could point me towards the nearest town, perhaps?"</b> The elf figured she likely had no business wandering amuck into this gathering and they rightly would like her to leave.
Literally, just before she stumbled in past a treeline, she had thought she had heard music, and being the musician she was, she gave no regard to what it was, rather that she simply needed to hear it. It seemed familiar, was there another that carried the storm song with them? With that thought in mind, she suddenly burst into the campfire area, her tri-colored feline companion close behind her in a tizzy at her haste, tail puffed up. The elf looked around a bit wild-eyed a moment, her hat askew, clothes a bit disheveled as she literally had just brushed through a bunch of trees without any regard.. However, the song had now stopped and she blinked, looking around, wondering had she perhaps just gone mad, and suddenly, she saw the glassweaver. A familiar face! <b>"Oh. Hey there! Um . . . "</b> Even as she started her greeting, it was quite plain to see there were many others there too. <i>And now they entirely think I'm mad, great job, there!</i> She thought as she made an attempt to smooth out her clothing, removing her hat to give a small bow. <b>"My apologies, I didn't mean to disturb. Ah, if you could point me towards the nearest town, perhaps?"</b> The elf figured she likely had no business wandering amuck into this gathering and they rightly would like her to leave.