Who: Tsura and NPC What: Getting beat up. Where: Some hallway When: Tuesday Ratings/Warnings: TBD, but violence.
Tsura was standing at a window, sighing as she watched the sky and land. The wind was blowing hard today, and it always made her restless. There was the urge to leave, to travel. The wind sung to her that she had been still too long, that her feet were becoming planted, her soul unbalanced and stagnant.
If she hadn't been s distracted, she may have noticed the boy coming up behind her. She was usually more observant, but she had been distracted by a million things lately, and her necklace jangled as she shifted, watching the sunset.