Sanria wrote a note, this time to the entire family, and set it on the fountain open for view:
'Hello everyone,
I went on a walk and should be back within a few hours time.
Sanria.'
She studied the note, nodded, and grabbing her book and her pack, headed out the door. It was exciting to have a task - even if it was a small task to follow. Meditate. As she walked through the forests, her mind went back to Fenlauch. "Through creating balance, you find truth, and when you find truth, you will know how to create balance. When you can create balance, you can spread truth. And when you spread truth and balance, harmony is attained." According to him, harmony was achieved only when spreading truth and balance - but you couldn't have one without the other. Had she ever taken the time to actually *try* to make balance in her life? The only time she could remember were her studies in the Illuminati - and life was fabulous... until Thasmudyan died the first time. Then she went crazy and no amount of balance had been achieved since.
Sanria continued walking as she thought, paying no heed to where she was going until she found herself walking through the gates of Westbridge. Strange, that her feet would direct her here. Westbridge was still overrun by the Vectorians, and even though for a while it seemed TriPower was set to evict them, the rumors of war rumbled and died away. Rebellion seemed like an afterthought, and the people contented themselves to be under the rule of devious peoples.
With a sigh, Sanria passed the guards who shot dirty glances in her direction, sizing her up for troublemaking, no doubt. She walked into Market Square and sat down on a bench, looking at the fountain. There were many times in her past she would come here and usually each time, she would meet someone new. Now, the square was quiet.
Sanria pulled out her book/diary/book and wrote, "What is the first step towards balance?"
"Solitude," came a voice and Sanria looked up into the jade green eyes of a very exotic man. "But you won't find that here since anyone can just come up and see what you're doing."
Sanria shut her book quickly and stood up. "Well, I suppose that is true, isn't it?"
The man shrugged and sat down on the bench, stretching his legs out a bit. He seemed awfully comfortable, as though he'd been sitting in that same spot for ages. He looked older, but nowhere near decrepit.
"I don't make a habit of it, normally, but you were in my seat," he said.
"Oh... well... I didn't realize-"
"It doesn't have a name on it, but its mine none-the-less. I'm certain if you look hard enough, you might even find the print of my robes on the bench."
His smile made Sanria chuckle and she sat down beside him. "I'm Sanria."
"Kineada. WuJen. Shadow Bushi."
"That is a lot of titles..."
"They suit me."
