[ SANTA MONICA DREAM ❧ JOINING ]

[nemhain.]

A traveler. Travel had been something that Nemhain had once dreamed about, back in the days when she had been nothing but a silent observer, waiting for her life to truly begin. When she had felt truly adventurous, she had considered what she would do if she was completely, utterly, and totally free. With no limits, allowed to go wherever she pleased and interact with whoever she liked. She had little knowledge of the world outside of Rin's memories, so her fantasies had often been cut short by lack of information, but they had certainly existed, at least at one time. Nowadays, however, that dream was gone, shoved into the darkness where Nemhain had come from along with many other silly and frivolous dreams she had. Being a traveler just wasn't practical, when she wasn't sure how far she could get away from Elysium's mountains before she just finally died, fading from existence completely. Thinking of the loss of her dream was sad, but it was also a reality that Nem had learned to face some time ago, so she thought little of it as she landed beside Rin, intrigued by the Tanglewood scent at the border. Cocking her head to one side as she observed the maned wolf, the fenghuang chirped deeply, "...Greetings." The important questions had already been asked, and it didn't seem necessary for her to introduce herself yet, so that was the only word that left her beak.