send me a "ę¦" if our muses haven't interacted yet and i'll change that.
A dark cap hides her bright tufts of hair, covering the expanse of her forehead and eyes in the murky night. Late night walks ease the clouds in her mind and it differs from the usual, grueling midnights where she has to put in her all in order to execute her tasks well. The area isnāt empty, from what she could tell from her peripheral vision, and the lone stroll is taken in the public eye of a few passing strangers and revving cars. The city was the most populous at night, she knows from past experiences, and as long as everyone kept to their own, the wanders were enjoyable.Ā
Out of nowhere, however, an unknownĀ pedestrianĀ whirls against her, jetting into theĀ crevices of the dark and she has to look back in order to scrunch her brows in confusion. They were in an obvious hurry, but she shakes her head as she continues to dive into the crosswalk, pushing the thoughts of the randomĀ occurrenceĀ aside. When she feelsĀ somethingĀ under herĀ shoe, a gaze down to her feet gives her the form of a block,Ā some kind of pristine leather, and Dalia bends down in order to retrieve. Pursing her lips, she realizes itās a wallet, possibly of the person that had bumped into her previously.Ā
Biting her bottom lip, she makes the effort to try to return it. Glancing behind her, she notices that they're not too far out and should be of an approachable distance if she ran with all of her might. The pads of her feet take off, the material clutched in the palm of her hand. āHey!ā she hollers on the top of her lungs, voice clashed with deep breathing. āStop where you are!ā She hopes the stranger hears her or at least sounds out remnants of her monotone input, because her voice has always been quite quiet.Ā