Hands rested in the pockets of the bunny-hoodie while the young middle-school student walked down the sidewalks of the street. Taking the walk back to her house was much more relaxing than sitting in a noisy bus, and it was nice to get some fresh air once in a while instead of being cooped up in her room. Despite her preference of sitting alone indoors, she was not one to be considered a shut-in, and found the term a little insulting when used to label her.

She had a little hobby that she was not going to belittle; but that was part of the reason she was even taking a walk. The glass panes of buildings, the metal of cars, the windows of trucks, even puddles on the ground... all aided her in seeing what she wanted to see; scenes from faraway places that were as vivid as day. As she was walking in front of the homeless shelter, on her way back to her dwelling, the lavender-haired girl noticed something strange; a man that appeared suddenly, out of the blue.

Amethyst eyes narrowed at the light-haired man as Nifa began to stroll towards him, easily recognizing him as someone who was not from around here. Was he from that closed off land she could only get a few glimpses of once in a while, or was he with that rebel organization, Eden? Nifa knew of the small group after having met the leader when it was a large force to be reckoned with. Ever since Feya's death, however, Eden was scattered and not quite like what it used to be.

"Oi, you there!" the girl began in a normal, casual voice, not quite caring who was around. She had walked over to the man and stood only a few feet away from him. It hopefully would be obvious to him that she wanted his attention. "You're not from here, are you?"

"My parents are Enforcers. And I'm not worried about any authorities. You should be the one worried about them," the little girl said with an innocent smile. Was he not one of the ones the humans of Sanctuary were fighting against? Anyone who looked like... that... was an enemy. Even if few could see astral beings, were one wearing the right goggles or glasses, or had the right sensors out, it likely would not be too hard to pinpoint where he was.

As for her, she felt there was no reason to fear for her own safety. All they could do was try to remove the scene from her mind before she did it to theirs, or simply get them to believe something other than what was apparent; that she could see the spirit.
Perhaps she was too forthcoming about her family, but what was the worse that could happen with that? She could scare him off or he could attack her. The idea could be frightening, though Nifa had yet to develop a true sense of fear. In this case, she was far too awestruck with the somewhat angelic being. She wanted to know more about the type she had once only seen from afar.

"You must have done a pretty good job at hiding if you are from here, though I can't say you're doing that well right now," Nifa observed, remarking on the fact that he was smack out in public during daylight hours. "I guess you have your reasons though. So, sir, what exactly are you?"

When a young man invited a young middle school age girl to head inside of a more questionable building with him, specifically, the homeless shelter, one may be wise to kindly refuse the offer and try to leave the area. Of course, Nifa could at least discern that this was no ordinary man. And at that, she was no ordinary child or teen; she had yet to develop a proper sense of anxiety. It was true she could at least recognize the situation as suspicious. However, she could not emotionally feel suspicion or fear or worry, or anything that should properly go along with the sense of the scene.

The man hastened to give her a warning, likely for her own protection. He had a point; she did have some belief that she was above being captured, and the warning at least reminded the girl of some basic wisdom any "aware" person in the city should have.

Normally, she would have refused the suggestion to venture into the old homeless shelter, but her curiosity remained undeniable. If she had to get into an area he deemed comfortable to learn more, so be it. He was first astral being she had ever met up close, and the first supernatural she had seen in a long while. "With enough evidence, there is no way out, but I don't think I'll let them get that much information," Nifa finally replied, maintaining a sincerely innocent smile, even if the words showed a trace of overconfidence in herself. "Sure, let's go in if you're more comfortable with that. You're the first of them I've met in a while."




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Nifa quietly followed the astral projection, raising an eyebrow in an impressed manner as he basically teleported over to the door, and finally walked through it. Now... that was slightly embarrassing. A thirteen year old girl stopping by a homeless shelter? Well, if she needed an excuse, she could blame looking to volunteer. A lie, but they would not remember her for long after.

"Where to, now?" she would murmur, coming alongside the spirit from behind. A dark corner would be shady, but probably needed for hiding.



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The astral man seemed far more fixated on the old homeless shelter than the young girl he had led along. Were all spirits like this? Nifa frowned slightly as he muttered to himself about the worn building instead of answering her question. She continued to follow him before stopping, the area quiet enough for her preference. Really, what looked stranger, one talking to themselves in a public area, or in private? Likely, like all things, it probably was dependent on what was really going on.

"So, sir," the lavender haired teen began, casually crossing her arms. "Just who... and what... are you? If it makes you feel any better, I'll introduce myself first. Call me Nifa."
It was not her full name, but enough for her to give to people without them tracking her down so easily. Besides, by the time they parted ways, she would have at least tried to alter the memory of her name and appearance in his mind... if it was possible on Spirits like him. If not, oh well. She was just another silly spiritually aware human girl, nothing that one could really deem a threat or someone of importance to be remembered.

'Like this' was a fancy way to put it; he had an odd look, but had he no guess as to what he might be? Nifa remained standing with her arms crossed as she listened to the astral man, who perched himself on a small pile of rubble. "No guess at all? You seem like some sort of angel, seraph, or spirit-like fairy," the girl commented, gazing at his odd form. "When did you first become like... that. If you were once human, what made you first not human?"

The question was simple and straightforward. The girl disregarded his name. A name was a name, and could be asked for later. That, and she was not unwise enough to know that most mythical beings were not too keen on sharing much personal information. Perhaps her questions could be taken as rather abrasive or too bold, though she could care less. All she wanted was knowledge. And besides, in a way they were at each other's mercy; he could use some type of supernatural power against her, or she could call in guards or enforcers. It was not like they were hidden away too well. In the end, it was just curiosity. She was curious about him, and if he had any curiosity about her, he would only find an average middle school girl; nothing spectacular.

Nifa frowned once more. This person was hard to get any information out of. Was he totally disoriented, or simply unwilling to tell her anything? Dreams rarely made anyone into something, so his response was confusing. If the latter was the case, and he was not wanting to give her much to think about, she would simply aim for another route of questions.

"Well... let me ask you this," she began, loosening her frown back to a casual and relaxed expression once more. "Do you enjoy being what you are, not human? Is it fun at all? Scary? Or just boring?"

Another sincere question, but not many were keen on lying about their emotions when blatantly asked, unless they truly had something to hide. Hopefully this type of prying for knowledge would work. Naturally, she could simply try to read his story herself, but the process was very taxing for the young girl, and typically something she avoided. Passing out in a homeless shelter was not the most welcoming idea.