Among the line of heatwaves and scenery that was the area's perimeter, a practical figure emerged from the distance. Being late evening, prespiration had formed its' way upon the silk-like quality of the woman's dainty and frail silhouette. Though she seemed somewhat useless in many aspects, if one were close enough, he would find that she was very much like a delicate and tranquil being. The curves of Makero's body swayed with in smooth rhythm as she trudged her way forward to the new construction. The striking crystal shards of her eyes were wide and aware, though she seemed at peace despite the fact. Across her right shoulder, Discretion's Holster held firmly to her torso by a leather strap. Perhaps an effective casing, except for it's failure in hiding the aspect of Discretion's bouncing rune, swaying and fading in and out in patterns of beat at an impatient pace.
"Be at peace, Whynn..."