--Drifts away from the noisy din of social gathering, having only woken up some moment ago, to seek a bit of discovery. Last night strange encounters needed to be purged away and what better way to do such than to enjoy the beauty of this land? Thus, interest had turned towards the land. Soft footfalls, barely a sound made, traversed through this place filled with Eastern designs and natural ecosystems and in leisure she took in much of it; wandering until those footfalls came upon leaf laden grounds.
	The bamboo forest was solemnly quiet except for the occasional brush of the wind rushing through the topmost heights where leaves would rustle and dance, chattering as if they were imbued with sentient life; maybe they were. From time to time, a slender hand, with use of a knuckle, would rap upon a sturdy stock of bamboo, disturbing the solemnity for a bit, while eyes with silvery-gray irises drift from here to there, up and down before looking straight ahead. It wouldn't be long till she heard a gurgling stream, then catching sight of it not too far away from her she would follow it until she came upon a path that led to an open area that was circular in design.
	There was a chill about and arms, clad in long sleeves, circled the form clothed in silk white robes bounded tightly about the waist with a simple wide sash or obi, wide enough that it covered the whole of the waist. Hugging against the chill, she made her way to the center of the circular formation where she would turn the full circle to taken in the area. It wasn't too large nor was it too small, just big enough. And at the edge were rock/boulder cropping, some aligned together, and others apart; perfect seating stones. In her mind, she had an idea what it is, the area because she had already seen many of such from the past so long ago.
	At this time, hands would slightly lift the hem of the robes so that she may kneel first then take position to lie down. In the center of the natural circular formation, white hair splayed out around her head, hands linked and resting on the torso, eyes staring straight up at the sky and Xiomara thought back to that past then wondered how the mighty ones have fallen. It was odd feeling to be the last, especially in a strange land. "Lived too long, know too much. The only thing left is the wish for death." Eyelids then drifted close, she could hear now the ancient cries of battle, steel clashing and power wielding; they were the pinnacle of excellence now gone ... An odd feeling indeed.