Lauma is taking a calming stroll in the forests near the land of the Frost Moon Scions' settlement. Her nerves are getting to her once more. It grew difficult trying to be the perfect Moonchanter for her people. It wouldn't be so bad if not for the state of Teyvat. The Fatui is getting too involved with the moons, Kuutar is still hiding to recover her strength, and the Abyss is always a threat. Not to mention the affairs of her people; the births, the deaths, so many things break up what's normal that it gets tough trying to keep some normalcy. The world is constantly changing, but she always has a certain fear that if she changes with it, the Scions will suffer from it. Her feet continue to take her through the woods as her mind fills with turbulent thoughts. Finally, her heels catch a stray branch and she falls. Her horns send her down hard, and her body hurts all over, droplets of silver blood shine where the roots scraped her hands and feet. A number of animals come to examine her, worry painted on their little faces. She swallows any negativity and gives them a kind smile.

Lauma: "Worry not, dear animals. I'm quite alright." She pushes herself up slightly, holding back a wince. She walked too far beyond the soft grass near the Scions, the rougher grass of this area worsening the pain in her knees.

The sound of rustling foliage catches her attention as someone comes in to view; a person. She doesn't recognize them, and her head is spinning too much to look up for too long. She feels their presence as they get even closer, the animals scattering as the new person draws near.

Lauma: She sighs, not lifting her head, nor letting her pain be shown. "Greetings. I am Lauma. Please save your concern, my condition is nothing to worry about." She nods slightly to acknowledge them. She makes no attempt to get up while they're watching, not wanting to concern them or show weakness.