Coming to Light

It was a normal spring's day... a very normal day indeed. In fact, there was nothing of note to speak of. A few thin clouds rolled over the sky, the sun up above, signalling it was just about midday. However, nothing more. No heavy, unending rainfall, no blistering heat, no thunder, no lightning, nothing, just calm, small breezes flowing along the scenery.

The small breeze carried itself along in a single direction, travelling from west to east, over the fields, through the city and around to wherever it may lead. However, amongst the calm silence, carried along in the very breeze, walking ever so slowly, was a rather brightly coloured hedgehog. His fur was that of a bright white, the very sun nearly reflecting from him, his many, long spines were also accented by a burning yellow that wouldn't look out of place on the sun itself. He was garbed in an odd outfit, a black, one piece attire that fitted tight to his body, it had no sleeves, and bore a marking of two circles upon his chest. He seemed like a rather odd fellow that was for certain...

However, the hedgehog's facial expression did not match his bright colour at all, rather, the complete opposite. Despite seeming like a loud, bright individual, his face was completely vacant apart from the very side of his mouth, which curved down into the smallest frown possible. His silver, reflective eyes simply stared, downwards, and ahead, no goal on target to be seen by them. His hands were shoved in his pockets, his breathing slow.

It was so quiet in this field area. The nearest road was at least a mile away, and it wasn't a park, so very few people made visits to this location, the only thing to be heard was the sounds of the cool breeze sweeping through, the rustling of leafs upon the few trees scattered around, and the slow, soft footsteps of the wandering hedgehog.

63 let out a content sigh as she sat under a tree on a small hill. Her form hidden by the looming shade of the tree as she calmly read a large book from the stack Beside her. Her form was in its natural state as she let her mind ease.

It had been a stressful week of learning to control herself and helping Emmett. She had finally found time to relax away from everyone to avoid having any urges. She had a Taxi drive her out of the city so she could find a place to be for a little while.

She sat quietly as she read. Her liquid body puddling around her in the cool shade as the silence was only disturbed by the occasional sound of a page turning.

It wasn't long before the white hedgehog's path was crossed with the nearby, overshadowing tree. He took a glance over, seeing someone sitting there. He went quiet, staring vacantly for a second. He oh so desperately wanted to go over, make new friends, have interactions again!

But he couldn't, he just sighed, turning to the side, his reflective, long quills swaying in the breeze as he looked down, doubting himself. Before he looked on forward, he was indeed in the middle of no where, and simply looked on to the path the breeze blew from him. Standing within eye view of the reading woman, yet not moving any closer.

63 sat and read. Her mind numb to usual stress and troubles of everyday life.

As she sat however she felt a presence. No... she KNEW someone was there. In an instant her form quickly assumed her mobian disguise as she hurriedly stood up in a panic.

~Who could be out here? Emmett? No... I didn't tell him where I went,~ he eye shifted back to there normal colour as she scanned the area around her. Looking for the person.

"H-Hello?" Her voice was shaky, "Is anyone t-there?"