Good Will Hunting

Another day, another country. How many was it now? She looked in her journal, hoping for a clue. The woman found none; she did see copious notes on various folklore though. It still amazed her just how many creatures this vast world held; and all the painstaking detail going into describing them. Cyn should know; she was doing it right now. From what she had gathered so far, the entities encountered today seemed...nymph-like. Maybe a bit of mermaid too? That didn't seem quite right either. The woman settled on Lady of the Lake; though there were a few of them. From what she glimpsed they were breathtakingly beautiful, yet painfully shy. As soon as they were aware of her, the trio disappeared into the depths. The woman had waited around for hours in hope they were reappear, but she didn't catch a ripple. Hence, Cynisca trudged on through the terrain, ending up at her current spot.

Looking up, she saw the stars appearing. It reminded her that already a week had passed since she touched down on this nation's soil. Cynisca had sailed here on a journeyer's whim after about the nation's existence from people in the Western Continent. So far, it hadn't disappointed, yet being here reminded her how far away from home she was. Maybe she would write something to her kin tomorrow; Timesa always liked to see where Cyn had been after all. She yawned, stretching as the moon gradually came into view. Yes, that's what she'd do tomorrow; send a letter/postcard to her kin and see if she could coax those lake ladies to the surface. Propping up her bazooka against a tree, Cynisca pulled out a sleeping bag. Unrolling it, she could already feel her eyes closing. With a sigh, the woman lay on top, moving it so her propped up weapon would be within easy reach. As soon as her head hit the sleeping bag's surface, she was out, snoring gently.