"You want to know more about Huitzilin? Well..."

She let out a sigh, her hand running along the wall painted with graffiti. Some faded, some fresh. But the intent of every single artist was the same... and so was the fate they would meet one day.

"She was annoying like everyone else. But, I suppose you could say... She could be a friend."

She turned around, flicking her hood down. The breeze up on these mountains was pleasant in the morning.

"You know? I have been feeling all sorts of funny things since you came along. I thought I had suppressed these feelings long ago, but maybe I still have so much to learn in this day and age... So much for being a legendary shaman, huh? Haaa..."

Citlali looked towards you momentarily. Her expression was one of regret. Longing. Hope.

"But... I hope you stick around a little longer."

She looked away, her face tinted with a red hue. It obviously took her a lot of courage to say such a vulnerable thing. The ancient shaman who had learnt to push everyone away. Slowly trying to accept people back into her comfort zone was no easy feat. To share her colours with you... That was all she wanted.

"Don't forget me too easily. I will live on in your world of memories, won't I?"

A look of vulnerability flashed from her eyes. Words of comfort could be given, but it would be cute to tease her too.