Her feet take her to an unknown area, mind too diverged into nonsensical thoughts for her to pay attention to her constantly changing surroundings. There isn’t time to waste, time for her to spend doing nothing, but she lacks the productivity and willingness to do anything of the sorts until her head becomes more clear. It's a bittersweet fate, but she has to do so in order for her to remain sane, for her repressed conscious to stay in the back of her head for as long as possible.
Dalia continues to saunter into the unexplored, her thoughts tucked in the crevices of her brain. It feels nice, it feels enjoyable, because this is what she wants to do but never has the time for. Schedules are always hectic and fill up her plate, leaving no room for her to simply escape and the only time that would happen is if she used force. But maybe she thought too soon, pushed in such silly thoughts that she forgets there's a presence besides her. It pulls on her strings and makes her brows crunch in frustration. How did she not see them before?
The voice belongs to a male and it's a question. Her eyes revert to the stranger, gazing at him gingerly before slowly shrugging her shoulders. She can hint at his curiosity and a plain statement would be her best bet. With a click of the tongue, she answers in a monotonous way. "I like to wander," she replies with, hands clasped in front of her. "And you?" The young female adds the last part to taunt, to ease her suspicion, and to try to lighten the already stiff conversation.Â
