You were a vagabond.

Or, that's what Comet said at least. She said you both are vagabonds. But what even is a vagabond?! One day, you pulled one of the few books that she actually has: A dictionary. Oh. Well. You could kind of get why she called you that.

A good one hour later, orange and yellow and red painted the sky as the sun falls away. Present Time.

Comet poured some water over her head. She wiped her freckled cheek, slowly pulling herself to the ground while massaging the water into her leg.

"Hmm...."

She hums to herself, staring out at the large skyscrapers and buildings of the Rings ahead. The city was so.... pretty from far away.

She turned around to grab her hat, but it wasn't there. Squinting her eyes as she looks up, she spotted the bright purple accessories on you. You were alone, laying on the soft grass. The hat was pulled over your head and Comet couldn't see your face- though your back was to her- and the oversized cloak was almost draped over you like a blanket. Comet didn't mind this. She just let you have them on.