She heard a whistle that caught her attention. Sound was generally a bad thing..based off of the announcements on the island. No one liked to hear a cat call or even a whistle. Whistle’s meant two things ; one trouble, and two trouble. The man who whistles soon raised his hand as if grabbing her attention for some reason. Part of her figured it was a messed up form of kidnapping but then he wouldn’t be trying to make her attention.<br/><br/>On a whim she took her hands off the swords and wandered over the man who was taller than her. He was a black dragon with a blue mane which meant he was either bad or extremely odd.  It was hard to say if this was meant to be a trusting man or not but in an empty city like this...was there ...really truly a reason not to trust an obvious stranger? Oh wait...it’s an empty city.Obvious people mean that either they are truly being true or they are being completely fake.<br/><br/>“ So what is that you were so blatantly trying to get my attention for? I mean this place is pretty much meant for scavengers it seems.”   Her hands then went to her side as if unsure if this conversation was going to lead to a very bad end.  The emptiness around her was not from the people but the sense that the people were going about life like always. Stealing, fighting, avoiding, and even making it apparent that they did not want to be traveling. This was strange to her  the way it worked....It wasn’t like ...what? She couldn’t remember.<br/><br/>It hurt as the thought just left her mind without a trace. Any memory was burned before she could think it and it hurt. Painful. The announcements around here seemed all the same and the clock never changed. This arose the question of how did she know when to sleep? Why was she asleep in the first place? God the questions here.