[centre][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLjAwMGNhZC5MVXhwYkdsMGFDQklaVzVrWlhKemIyNHQuMAAAAAAAAAAA/angars-runes-personal-use-only.regular.png[/img][/centre][hr][centre]In meadow, ending with David[@Jones Sparrow] near the beach.[hr][/centre]The soft texture of the ball scrapped against her palm as she threw it far down the field. A muscular Rottweiler sprinted from her side after the object. Lilith watched as he skidded over the ball in his excitement and suddenly just disappeared from her view. Springing into action she ran over to were the mutt had gone, the backpack on her back bouncing repetitively on her shoulders. Upon arrival she could see him at the bottom of the hill that connected to the beach. The clumsy dog probably had tumbled down it. The lithe woman bent down and retrieved the tennis ball, dusting it off a bit with her hand.

"Beros, you`re so dum!" She called down to the dog as he was trying to get back up the hill to her.

She looked in front of her and took in the view. The ocean licked the sand and retreated, only to come again. The waves were never completely identical. The New York skyline just over the body of water. It was a view that most people would pay obnoxious amounts of money to see every day. Her ebony hair wisped in the humid wind and she was glad to be wearing a chunky black sweater and jeans. A thought suddenly occurred to her.

She could remember Beros, sorta, and she knew where she was. However how on earth she got here, she couldn't quite recall.

Trying to remember felt like breathing through cloth. It was so muddled and foggy. The more she tried the more it felt like it all was slipping away. "What the hell?" It wasn't like she'd just appeared here! Perhaps thinking too hard on it would only make things worse. "I`ll just go home," she said rubbing her temples, her furry companion had finally managed to drag his chunky body back up the hill to her. "Let's go Beros," turning around she was struck with another question. "Where do I even live?"

A long groan tore from her vocal cords as she turned back around and sat down with her legs laid out down the incline. Beros laid down next to her and laid his head on her lap. Lilith took off her backpack and unzipped it, hoping something in here could give her some kind of clue as to how to get home.

The backpack consisted of a book, some pens, a notebook, a burner phone, and some miscellaneous items. Her ID and about a good bit of money was in her wallet. Although she had no problem knowing who she was, at least she was sure her name was Lilith Henderson. Just incase she took a peak at the ID.

And that would be correct.

Thrilled by the news she wasn't completely insane. She was puzzled by one item in the backpack. A toy pitchfork, colored black with spikes at the ends, totally meant as part of a costume. A strange item but she decided to search through the phone first. It was dead. Alright on to the notebook. It was bound in leather, no doubt on the more expensive end quality wise. As she was going to open it when yelling entered her ears and Beros quickly took off. "Beros!" 

Lilith dropped the notebook back in the bag and ran after her dog, putting it back on once it was zipped fully. The last thing she needed was more lost things. The yelling stopped before she got to the scene and Beros had stopped moving but he was staring intently at a stranger walking away from the beach. Against her better instincts she ran after him. "Excuse my sir, I heard screaming are you alright?" As she jogged up and saw his face something stirred in her. A lot of complicated emotions. [i]Anger. Fear. Regret. Abandonment. Distrust.[/i]

"Brother," a single word left her pale lips.

What did she just say! She did not just call this random guy that she for sure has never met, brother! "I`m sorry, I don't know why I said that. I heard yelling and my dog ran over here and he seems interested in you. You don't seem hurt though." Lilith rambled wishing the ground would consume her.