[ Kisa's not particularly seeking anyone out. She rarely does, but right now, her attention's been captured by the well. She'd caught a glimpse of it earlier, but now, even with the chill sinking into her skin and her teeth beginning to chatter, she goes back for a closer look.
It... has color. And there's something strange about it, something she can't quite place, but it has her trotting around it and peering down into it to see if anything else is particularly off.
If Damian's out and about? He can scold her for not having any kind of winter clothing at all. ]
action; one of those colder November days
It... has color. And there's something strange about it, something she can't quite place, but it has her trotting around it and peering down into it to see if anything else is particularly off.
If Damian's out and about? He can scold her for not having any kind of winter clothing at all. ]