#forrestpixie

{❋} ~ After a few other events passed, and everything had calmed down a little more, Kanra had made herself scarce for a little while, trying to get in contact with her home, and trying to see if there were any possible exits that she could soon relay to the other people who had been involuntarily taken to the place of death and execution. Grimacing to herself after finding nothing but a bunch of possible ideas that were soon proven to be completely fruitless, the Spirit Guide decided to make her way back to her room. Glancing over her shoulder, she realised how far away she had strayed from the set room, and she also noticed how it soon got quite dark all of a sudden, and rather lonely. Ohh, she knew she shouldn't have strayed too far away from Esa, or Orion. 

She soon set off at a light jog so that she could return to her room at a relatively decent time, instead of having to walk all the way back by herself. Who knew, maybe she would bump into the friends she had made on the way back, and perhaps they'd walk with her. But in the event of that not happening, she continued her small jog back to the rooms.

Skirting round one of the corners, a tall male, perhaps even the same height as Orion soon clouded Kanra's vision. This male was dressed head to toe in black, so it was difficult to even see him approaching, and so, to avoid colliding into the other, Kanra skidded to a halt, shooting an arm forward, so that the guy wouldn't walk any closer.

Of course, despite not knowing better, the height of the male, in comparison to her own height, as she reached out towards him, she ended up making contact with something a small girl should not be making contact with.

Without batting an eyelid as to what she was doing, Kanra looked up at the tough looking male finally, not moving her hand, completely unaware to where her hand lay upon.