
Ochita
Hope he knows its me.
Lost in thought Ochita stared into the water of the Dead Sea as the setting sun turned its calming blue to a shadow black with orange light reflecting off the little waves. In the colors her mind formed wild flames and she could once again hear the screams and pleading from her dream, but in retaliation she kicked at the slushed salt ruining the image as she pulled back almost gasping for air she thought she didn't have.
'What the hell?' She thought to herself as her mind seemed to fade the dream away. It seemed her nightmares were plaguing her even without sleep. She sighed as she pressed the edge of her palms against her eyes. It was then she smelled a familiar scent of smoke from a docile flame. A western flame.
"Quinn?" she says softly out loud as she looks around, following the opposite of the wind. Her eyes landed on him almost instantly about 30 yards away. A smile presses easily to her lips at the sight of an old friend. A part of her wanted to just walk up and say hey like a normal person, but another part thought that was just dull. So, to give a more proper greeting, in her mind, she stepped back a bit and pulled an ebony arrow from her quiver, locking it into place to her bow. She then wrapped a purple ribbon around the obsidian arrowhead and took her aim. In an instant it flew passed Quinn's head and landed behind him embedded into a salt tower. With a smirk she placed her bow across her chest and waited for him to find her.
OOC: It's okay.