Along the dull journey, the young elven-blooded Aasimar forced herself to remember of the events that led up to her meeting with the good Professor Petros, tapping her foot to a silent rhythm all the while. She'd left her home in the Wastes after so long, feeling something...just<em>odd.</em>She wasn't even sure it was something she could explain to those she spoke to, but it felt like a pull of some sort- first to the outskirts of her home, the only real shelter she knew.  Being in the town felt so stifling, like a prison...not to mention all the odd looks she always got.  Besides, everything just seemed to work out for her when she wasn't there, as if some guardian angel was looking out for her.<br/><br/>That pull was only getting stronger, and for once, she finally followed it that day, traveling first into Geb, eventually finding herself as a stowaway on an outward-bound boat, managing to stay hidden along with the foodstuffs. She wasn't quite sure where she was upon leaving, but she had no particular issue with wandering about, discovering what seemed like a small cache of equipment along the way, waiting in a hollowed-out stump. Oblivious to the oddities around her, she simply considered it good luck. Sarytha eventually found herself surrounded by a pack of wolves, angry at the intruder. In the moment of panic, the peri-blooded girl fainted, surely food for the beasts...<br/><br/>She woke up in the arms of a stranger, a man from the sound of his voice. Groggy, she'd asked him who he was, amongst so many other questions...And that was how she met Petros. She went on to study with him, taking great interest in his intellectual studies, and he may have found some interest in her as well, though she paid it no mind.<br/><br/>Snapping out of her vivid day-dream, Sarytha peered up at the sky, dark clouds threatening to release rain.<em>Fitting, for something like this...</em>She thought to herself as she carefully made her way to the late Professor's abode, providing shelter for her once again, this time from Mother Nature.  Pausing, she took a moment to steady herself before finally knocking upon the door three times in slow succession, frowning as another thought came to her mind: The Professor would never answer this door again, would he?<br/><br/>She waited for an answer, a million questions invading her peace of mind all at once.  She'd always found his home to be so comforting, but in this time of grief, it was just the opposite, even the door looking foreboding.