The early morning air was sharp and clear. Dew forming on the grass as she walked past it. The tiny drops of water clung to her skirts and made her ankles damp. Ivory walked along the overgrown path with her staff in hand. It made a wonderful walking stick. There were a few birds singing in the trees. Including a little friend of hers. Ivory's heart was light. That was until she turned the bend in the overgrown path and saw the ruins of what had once been a grate city.

Her smile vanished in that instant. Everything was gone. The entire city was gone. She had lived here once. She had stayed in this city when it had been full of life. Ivory's feet kept moving. She walked slowly into the once grate city. She came upon a spot where she could see the familiar shape of a building. This had been the hospice. She had earned many meals and nights rests at that place. She turned slowly and identified where the other buildings had stood.

After a bit of time, her feet brought her to the center of the city. A large marble statue had once stood on a huge stone fountain in the square. Part of an archway still stood off to one side. That had been the entrance to the public guardians. She wavered and sat down then on part of the edge of what had been the fountain. The roads were rubble. Then entire city empty and overgrown. No one had come back to rebuild. There had to be no reason for them to come back. She closed her eyes for a moment against the sight. Both hands grasped her staff and she let her forehead rest on her hands. The world she had known wasn't here. She had been asleep in the mountain much too long.

He looked down from a pillar holding nothing up, maybe one day it held up a roof. But now, it stood by itself, lonely in a rubbled clearing. Yet he stood watching the feminine creature below him, walk around. She didn't seem well protected... But then again looks seemed deceiving.

He jumped down from the 15ft. pillar and landed gracefully on his feet. Smiling, he creeps along silently, trying to make no noise. Curious and Mischief shuffling between his legs, as he stepped. Haveck was in a far corner, chasing a squirrel around. It didn't seem like a fair fight... but it happens.

He smiled and growled through his teeth, "Hello little one." He walked towards her, slowly waiting for her response. He didn't reveal any weapons though he had plenty, he didn't feel a threat from this person. His eyes, cautious but watching her, for any sudden movements.

Ivory was silent where she sat with barely a breath noticeable. She had not been paying any attention to what was going on around her. In truth she was trying to ignore it. Her last time awake was gone. The city and music and life was all simply gone. What could have done something like this? She didn't know. Part of her didn't want to know. What she knew for sure now was that she had to start over again. Ivory had a clean slate. Wasn't that what she had wanted?

She was about to open her eyes and be on her way when a voice reached her ears. She jumped and dropped her staff. She attempted to catch it twice. Both times she fumbled and it landed with a loud clatter and rolled a little off to the side before being stopped by a tuft of grass and a small plant.

Her gaze went to the stranger who had spoken then and she took a deep breath, then smiled. "Hello, um, sir. I've never been called little before. But I'm not always a mountain I guess." She rose from her seat and dipped into a curtsy as she spoke. Her white and deep blue skirts spreading as she dipped down. Her gaze dipped too. She rose back to standing and realized she had started to ramble a bit there. Letting go of her grip on her skirts she said. "I'm sorry. My name is Ivory, Oread of the mountain behind you. May I inquire as to your name sir?"

Meanwhile, the staff stayed right where it was, on the ground.

((OOC: I'm really not sure about something. I'm inclined to say they don't. Do you think a Oread would have blood? I've never had her bleed before. She is stone.))

He laughed quietly and gently to himself, as the staff was not retrieved as she had intended. He watched as it had rolled, but his eyes quickly returned to her. Making sure she couldn't do anything while he was distracted. A light purring emerged from below as the kittens continued to rub themselves against his shins and legs.

He bowed slightly as she curtsied, but his eyes never left her own eyes. He couldn't sense any sort of nourishment he was looking for this night, and it disappointed him on the inside, but he did not allow for it to show on his face. He nodded and smiled, as she spoke to him.

"My name is Stallion, I am a wanderer. I am not from around here, though, apparently, there is nothing here to be 'from' anymore." He spoke his words calm and smooth, studying her and then his eyes flashed back upon her staff. "Are you gonna pick that up?" He said looking at her, motioning with his eyes and a slight nod in the direction of the staff.

He looked over to the side of the ruins, and smiled as his pet Haveck, began to walk towards them, a small animal hanging by the tail, most likely the squirrel. Haveck must have got tired of just playing and decided, to chew on it.

His observation made her feel worse about being gone so long. She should not feel bad about it though. She knew that. It wasn’t anyone else’s fault that she had made such a foolish mistake and that she had decided to return to her mountain instead of morn the death of her love. She had been warned. The elves had warned her against falling in love with a human. When he mentioned the staff she looked down at it. Then she looked up at him and shrugged. “I don’t see why. I would just have to find somewhere to set it. It’s not like I’m going to go on a hike up the mountain or anything. It is useful for other things too, but I don’t think I need to move it.”

She sat back down, her gaze moving back to what had been a city. Her tone became sad as she spoke, “This had once been a city full of life. I lived here for a time. I worked over there.” Ivory pointed to a collapsed building with only two and a part walls left. “It’s so strange to see it like this. I’m surprised no one came back to rebuild it or anything. So many of these buildings could have been easily repaired before now. What could make an entire city empty out like this?”