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She choked.

Hand flying to her mouth, eyes widening, hand curling in the grass, tearing up a fistful by accident before finding a firmer place to find a handle in, crouched beneath the odd things (bleachers, the word came out of nowhere, yes, she was crouched beneath the bleachers), struggling to breath, choking on air. The True Speech, the True Words, the Song-

There.

It was an instantaneous rush, a shudder of relaxation weaving through her body, and Tara relaxed, dropping down from her crouch to lay on her side in the grass, drawing her dress-clad knees up to her chest, eyes closed, drinking in the moment. With the grass below her, sights hidden, the whispers of the world drifting through her ears... She could almost pretend that she was back. That a sheep would nip at her ear, any moment now, or Tenar would call her, or maybe Arren and Sparrowhawk were there, they had returned, and-

And the peacefulness was broken by a shout from the people that were doing athletic things. The girl jerked back into herself, eyes flying open, and sat up, eyes drifting over to that direction. They were girls, girls wearing... that.

The Dragon Lord shook her head, still not able to get over how people dressed here, and turned her gaze from the unbecoming sight, down to the grass, knees folded beneath her as one hand gently traced over it. Here, she was... Here, it was so different...

She refused to cry, but that didn't help the choking feeling in her chest, nor her sudden movement of burying her eyes in her hands. She wanted to go home. Not be in this very strange, very different place, without a single person that she knew.

Why was she even here?

[Ichiro Yoshi]

Hiro frowned. He specifically frowned as he looked at the girl laying in the field. It wasn't that he had anything against people laying in fields, not in a general sense, but he couldn't help but be worried about people that laid in the middle of fields like this. The field on the Tenebrae grounds wasn't exactly the best one for introspection and staring at the sky, a fact that Hiro had found out himself a while back. No, if you wanted to do something like that, you were far better off heading toward the woods. So why was the girl there?

She seemed to realize that something was odd. Hiro sighed, running his hand through his hair. Should he approach her? She seemed... lost. Probably had just come here. People always looked like that after they just came here: lost, confused, especially if wherever they came from had been totally different than this place, which happened to be true in far, far too many instances. Hiro sighed and shifted his hand to rub at his face. This was asking for it. It was asking for it and he wasn't exactly Mr. Friendly either. Still, he couldn't just let her lay there and wallow.

The teenage boy unfolded his legs and slid from the bleacher where he'd been situated. He walked, walked quickly, toward the girl laying in the field. In a matter of moments, Hiro would be standing over her, leaning slightly to look down. "Are you all right?" he asked, raking his eyes over her. "You're not... lost or something, are you? Because this, this is a sports field. It's not great for the whole laying down in the middle thing..." people were likely to say something. Hiro was actually a little surprised that nobody had done something already.