Burning rays of the sun kissed the pallid limbs that extended out of the shade of an old tree she sat underneath. She had just emptied the entire can, which rested on the smooth grass next to her slender form. Bianca sat leaning on a large tree. She felt more comfortable sitting on grass than on a bench. Picking a tiny rock between the grass, she began to juggle it out of pure boredom, wondering how she should spend the rest of the day. Having no idea that is remotely fun, she tossed the rock in a random direction, sapphire optics following the path of the rock through the air. It went quite far though she didn’t put much force into it . . . and landed on a redhead occupying a nearby bench.

Rising to her feet immediately as the redhead would probably begin looking for the source of the rock, Bianca held a hand to her mouth, alarmed. She had just thrown a rock at a complete stranger! ‘Good job, Bianca, that was a very impressive, why not straight up go and slap him like you did last time with that blonde guy?’ Grunting slightly in disappointment at herself, she told herself, “Now’s not the time to panic,” and walked over to the bench, inclining her head and mumbling, “I’m so sorry about that.” She was too nervous to look up and see his face, otherwise she would have recognized him.

As it did, again. Despite the discord of mumblings in the back of her mind to appease her curiosity, she held her tongue. ‘Am I sure that he is from Phantom Lord? No. Am I sure that he’s the one I even met? No.’ A mental sigh brought her back to reality as she blinked a little, making sure that she had heard the stranger correctly before answering with a delighted look. “Yes I was. This means that you’re also the person I remember from the meeting. It’s nice to meet you again, I guess . . .” she trailed off, reminding herself that she had just tossed a rock at him. She could at least give him her name to compensate for that. “I’m sorry again, about that,” she began with a nervous laugh, “you can call me Bianca.”

Bianca’s line of sight followed the path of the rock as it darted through the air from Shin’s hand which at the same moment caused her to sense a surge of magical energy, striking directly at the trunk of the tree where it left a mark that would stay there for a while. Blinking, she averted her gaze, aquamarine orbs locking onto Shin’s face as if she expected him to say something, which he did. “Lucky I wasn't the tree, huh?”

Alarm bells went off in the pinkette’s head as her eyes widened distinctly, her brain interpreting his words into a thousand possible threats. Silver droplets began to fall from the heavens, slowly and scarcely, then all at once. It was a sign. Everytime it rained before her predicting it, something significant happened, and Bianca had always been careful not to get caught in the middle of it. ‘This has to be a sign, right?’ Before she lost the chance to take control of the situation, she spun on her heels and sprinted in the opposite direction, hoping that if ‘Shin’ was about to act with ill intent, at least she had put a lot of space between them. In the situation that Shin was not an enemy and meant no threat with what he said, he would have been incredibly bewildered by her paranoia-induced reaction. But if that was the case, would he follow her to convince her he was no foe, or just ignore her and continue with his day?

It wasn’t safe anymore. It wasn’t safe here in Crocus. Not only was it the capital city swarming with guards and things like that, but now she had creates some threats for herself. If she had not thrown that rock, or wrecked that restaurant, she would have been fine, but nope. She had to mess things up, and just like that she would return to her inn, panting and soaking in her own sweat. The lady at the counter shot her a disapproving look, but she had no time to care. Upon reaching her room, Bianca began to shove her things into her bags and check every corner of the room to see if she had accidentally left out some things. After checking like fifteen times, she was finally content and took a shower. Once she was ready, she picked up her bags and headed to the reception where she checked out immediately. She didn’t care to hire vehicles to take her back to Oak. She was traveling by herself, on foot.