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.

The cloaked and masked Lynth sat atop on of the last remaining pillars of the city. eyes of coal looked out over the ruins, emotionless but full of thought. It reminded him of what now lay in the place of Taras, though many years more worn than that. There were even pits in the walls that may have been gouged out by claws of some unknown beast, or multitudes of them. Did the Dark Being have his hands in the destruction of this city as well?

Lately, since his visit to Taras, Lynthaer had become less violent and more thoughtful. Such ideas as these often ran through his mind. He still fed and killed, but he did not rampage like he used to. he had learned, to a certain extent anyway, that his recklessness and greed had brought about the disaster of Taras. Not that he regretted it, but more to the fact that he had been a tool, not the one who had devised the plan. This had caused the slight change in him that had him sittin atop pillars and looking into dead city's, and noticing the one person who seemed to be wandering it at the moment.

Blinking, his gaze focussed on this new arrival, one he actually recognized. She was blind, or at least had been when he saw her. Well, blind to life, though she could see dead things easily enough. A smile formed behind his mask. Leaping down, he let his left hand slip into its demonic self, and grabbed onto the shaded side of the pillar. A terrible screech rang out as claw ripped at stone, and Lynthaer slid to the ground, landing with a loud thump. Silence was not what he wanted now. Perhaps conversation. "Good morning, Milady."

(ooc: I re-wrote my character actually. She does look identical to the one before with the exception of her eyes. I'm sorry that I confused you.)

Her head jerked up and she almost dropped the staff that had been in her hands. Someone was here! Ivory's eyes flashed over to the figure that was approaching her. A man in a mask had just greeted her. Ivory didn't realize the resemblance in both her looks and her chosen name to another who was no longer in Imythess. Ivory got to her feet and returned the greeting with a deep curtsy. Her stall fell to the crook of her elbow when she took hold of her skirts for her curtsy. “Good morning, Sir.” She rose from the curtsy and took her staff in her other hand. Ivory turned slightly to prop the wooden walking stick against the edge of the long dry fountain.

She would have asked him who he was but that seemed like a silly thing to do. A masked man obviously was hiding who he was. A puzzled expression was on her face for a moment. She couldn't recognize him because of the mask and she couldn't really ask who he was. She didn't recognize the voice either. She also had no idea if this man knew her or if he was just being polite. “May I help you?” She finally decided to ask. Ivory could have been the identical twin of the other lady and both would have been shocked if they had ever met.