Post by Amaya Kidachi on Nov 10, 2016 11:51:08 GMT -5
It wasn't very often that Amaya chose to "get away" from the crowd. She crippled under her Aspect of Death to the point of absolutely needing other people's presence, or at least the knowledge that they were in easy grasp. The aching loneliness of being alone burned against her very core and drove her to places she'd rather forget. But there were days when she felt bold enough -- or stressed enough -- to push past that fear and accept the quiet. To just stand in isolation and stare up at the sky as if she was trapped in time. In a lot of ways, it was cathartic for her. To be surrounded by the very thing that drove her to near insanity. To be completely reliant on her own decisions and know that every action she made was because of her own choosing and not the pressures of society. Something about that was nice in moderation.
She wasn't too sure just how far into the White Desert she had gone. Maybe a few miles, maybe more. Las Noches was just a speck on the horizon behind her and all traces of Arrancar had faded long ago. Most had no reason to be out in this desolate area. Why bother walking when you could just rip through reality? Other than a few Hollow that knew better than to pick a fight with her, she was in complete isolation as she stared up at the sky. Scarf wrapped tight around her chin and shoulders with the tails jerking in the wind behind her. There was something comforting about the black, silken material, though she could never figure out why. It had always been with in since she had broken her mask and the mere idea of not having it on her made her want to break down in a nervous fit. Rumors circulated that she actually slept with the scarf on.
Rumors always had an ounce of truth in them, didn't they?
Being so aware of her surroundings had the nice benefit of noticing things she otherwise would have been blind to. Her senses weren't entirely overwhelmed by everything around her and, as such, let her see just a hair beyond what she normally would have. See just enough to feel the spiritual tag approach in the distance. Amaya herself certainly wasn't being shy; her Reiatsu was flowing out easily, pushing away lesser Hollows to ensure her solitude. So it was no wonder that a fellow Arrancar would come to investigate. Still, Amaya couldn't help but frown and sigh just before turning to face the approaching figure.
With her nose tilted down into her scarf, but posture otherwise confident and expectant, she simply waited for the other to approach and say whatever it was they wanted to say. She was never one to start conversation or really go out of her way to be a pleasant person unless needed.
