“Well it’s nice to finally run into you, Saima. I suppose I’m not home much, only when I’m drawn here – or called,” she added, inclining her head. She reached out, absently laying a hand on the curved top of her gravestone. Dawn lightening the sky with every second, her fingers didn’t sink through. “I think you must have wandered pretty close to my grave…sometimes I feel humans passing but your presence seemed to trigger something…a little stronger.”
“You’re quite welcome to stay, as long as you’re not here to destroy anything…You’re not, are you?” she asked more hesitantly, frowning just a mite. “It’s certainly rare to find people spending their free time in grave yards.”
“Hm, I understand.“ Witnessing the way that Lea’s hand didn’t appear to sink through the gravestone, it was an interesting movement to see. All the more fitting to be with someone in the company of their ‘resting space’ so to speak.
“I promise not to destroy anything. I didn’t have any intentions on destroying this place – it’s all too important to treat it with anything other than respect.“ Despite being a wanderer, Saima knew full well to respect the boundaries of a given place. “Well, I’m not just any person. Not really much of a person at all to be honest with you.” After all, there was a reason that their energy had called to Lea being different from the ordinary human-passing by.


