(The woman sat upon the stony bridge once more, watching the water fall from its renowned peak, high above the fields you stood upon. In the many days where you've walked this crossing, the same woman has sat upon the stone supports- and half the time she was oblivious to the loud steps the commonfolk made during the rough commute.

Yet today... felt ill-fated. The woman stopped staring. One of her eyes met your gaze. Her face shifted to a slight grin.)