Red reached the decimated bridge without noticing fellow travelers, the gorgeous steed’s silver horseshoes clopping over the bits and pieces which seemed to echo oddly enough. Another horse could be seen grazing about the valley freely though she dare not untie this newly acquired animal in fear of it sprinting away. With nimble movements she slid off the saddle with reins in hand to tie the long rope around a slim birch. A neigh escaped “midnight’s” throat and she glided a gloved hand over the base of its neck, not out of compassion but to calm the noises down. She was no longer alone, or had she ever been? Were more to come she silently asked? Fingers danced over visible throwing daggers attached to black fitted pants, one could never be too careful when exploring new places. 

With much stealth Red silently crept up each fractured step to the voice speaking until two strangers were in view. A smile formed after witnessing the armored dame extend a broadsword toward the others direction. Already this trip appeared to be quite interesting and she could not have asked for better company from these hostile events unfolding. Clearly the man meant no harm and all appeared to be well as he extended an olive branch of peace—so the saying goes. Red took this opportunity to step from behind a ruined pillar to confront the duo with a greeting in her own unorthodox way. 

[b]“This man bothering you miss?”[/b] Red inquired sarcastically with an arrogant smirk and a raised brow. 

[b]“I did not know this was a social gathering for I brought no gifts for the host.”[/b] A sigh could be heard while folding arms across her chest, intense emerald hues scanning over the scared temple quickly. Although this spiritual place stood far from pristine one could almost still feel a purity lingering through the damaged architecture. Its revered presence enough to halt nearly anyone in their tracks to take in a breath of air, and gawk over each remaining column in wonder.