Calming senses had lured a traveler to rest. While her journey was nothing sort of traversing terrains and moving through with stops here and there, a meadow reminded her of times she would frolic for hours and occasionally chatter. The air felt alive to her, and that was all the free-spirited person could ask for. A small break was wanted, maybe not needed though nothing seemed to stop her.

Lyra had found a small spot to claim her own and decided it was best to sleep. The shade of a few trees kept her out from the sun and out of sight for the most part. Cozy and relaxed, why stand and rest when there was enough grass and greenery to go around? No mud to pick at, rocks to move out of the way, and closer to the scents of earth. After a bit of time, slowly regaining her waking mind she would wake up from a dreamless snooze. Blinking away the trace of sleep as she steadily rose after stretching out her limbs before looking around she sighed softly. The sun was still out, the meadows all glowed past the little stream. The mare yawned and flexed her fingers before leaning into one of the surrounding trees by her shoulder. 

She really had not thought much about her nice course of action. It was like a motto. Dance with winds and wander wherever the legs could carry you. The faintest jab of guilt seemed to want to sour her mood. Who was this feeling to try and bend her thoughts? A ghost trying to creep up on her. Swatting her wavy metallic-colored hair from her shoulders as if dismissing the thought. the mare checked her satchel and woven saddlebag, checking her stores she snacked on a few mints leaves before catching onto another presence nearby.

Brown and green mixed eyes glanced over. She wasn't alone here. Lyra sniffed the air and swayed her tail slightly in thought. She listened for anything to make note of, though did not find anything that would prompt her to leave just yet. The sound of light metals moving tickled her ears. They had a rhythm to them while seeming to be moving closer. They sounded different from the beads she had on her shawl. Rolling her shoulders and adjusting her shawl the centaur tried to follow the scents while speaking to herself in questions. Each hoof forward was careful on the grass, cautious with movement like a bird observing, deciding how far to hop away from the branch of a tree to closer grounds.

A figure was seen wandering also before settling near a tree. A woman of many colors, very vibrant, and a small fluffy companion. New sights in a new place.

With a few small steps, Lyra kept a respectable distance, a tree that seemed to offer that space. Her left hand held onto her right wrist. “This place is quite peaceful.” Her voice was silently hushed. As if she was trying to blend in with a breeze. “Nice scents too.” She lightly pawed at the grass with a hoof, though did not disturb the soil beneath. Her eyes followed the cards in the woman's hand. Lyra slightly angled her head while standing from afar.