It was a strange place to pick up, River village. It didn't seem to hold any great significance in any aspect, not special in any way. The huntress did not have any connections here at all, yet here she was. Sitting on a long pier and staring down below into the water. The sun was already setting, signifying that dawn would soon transform into the night. But for now, that giant orb of flames in the skies appeared rather beautiful as it slowly started fading into the horizont, coloring the skies and the water gold and orange. A scenery perfect for a picture one could even say. And maybe there were some painters nearby, who really knew. The girl did not bother to check who all was around this place. She just kinda came here, sat down and was staring in a single direction for about an hour. And finally, she clicked her tongue and shifted her position around a little, one of her bare feet now going on the wooden pier itself, her head now resting atop her knee. The expression she was wearing on her face could be described as nothing more than bored, yet irritated one with strange dancing flames in her gazing emerald green orbs.
"Still nothing... how annoying!"
Speaking to herself, it almost appeared as if she was expecting an answer of some kind appear in the water instead of just her reflection. But that clearly didn't happen, now did it. With a sigh, she would finally avert her gaze from the river and redirect it towards the skies. There were clouds, also seemingly painted a different color from the sun as they lazily crawled across the orange background, forming various shapes from time to time. Was she just wasting her time in this place, doing something like this? Most likely, yes. But she was lost. At least in some sense, anyway. A good chunk of her memories appeared to be misplaced and she was unable to properly process it all. Tis' why she was in this place, a calming one where her brain could operate without being interrupted. But alas, it did nothing at all. Her mind was still hidden in a fog of uncertainty. So for now, the huntress just tried relaxing a bit as the gentle wind started brushing itself against her skin, making what little cloth she had on her dance with it.