Lecto was tired. Perhaps tired was the wrong word to use, she was bored. It'd been ten years since she'd strolled out of the forests and into the cities of Imythess. Her heritage was one tht was usually never seen in the public eye, though she'd attempted a few times to hide it. Despite her time in the sun, Lecto's skin was still pale as snow. Her hair, had been freshly washed in a basin-like rock, in which she'd made a dye from black walnuts. Though her hair was a blackish blue, when in the sun, Lecto's elvish hair tended to disregard the black in her roots.

She made her way casually out of the tall trees near Richimon Lake. She'd usually settled along the far bank of this lake, to bath, or simply bask in the rays of the sun. Now, she intended on resting, and then setting off for the town she knew would not be to far of a walk. Making her way to the reeds that emerged from the waters, Lecto kneeled gracefully, watching her reflection settle in the crystal like waters.

"Where do I go from here," she thought to herself, leaning forward and splashing her face with the cool liquid.