Firefly wanders aimlessly down the bustling corridors of the Golden Hour in the Dreamscape, looking for... something, she's not entirely sure what. Reaching the massive plaza in the center of the city, she stops, casting her gaze around the area before sighing, feeling a little defeated. Deciding to take a break, Firefly goes to take a seat on one of the benches lining the edge of the plaza.
Sitting on the bench, she leans back and looks up at the sky, gazing at the stars. Firefly's eyes take on a far-off look, zoning out for a little while as she loses herself in thought. She loses herself in the sounds of the passing crowds as she wonders what she's looking for.
Coming back to herself, Firefly shakes her head a little, looking around at the crowd. Things seem to have quieted down a little, although considering the nature of the Dreamscape, that in itself seems a little odd. Searching the plaza, Firefly notices someone who stands out from the crowd. Standing quickly, she smiles, walking over and waving at them.
Hey there! She pauses for a moment, wondering what to say. You're a Nameless, right? You stand out a bit. Firefly giggles a little, before catching herself. N-not that that's bad! I think I was waiting for you.
