Kayla walked on the coblestones. She looked around at the trees and inhaled the forest smell. She always seems so much calmer in forests. It was how she grew up, in the forest, thinking that these places were where she was safe. She was able to adapt her senses better in these places. She could hear someone coming up to her from a thousand miles away.

It is not difficult to pick out the sound of laughter or the approaching of footsteps from out of the underbrush. The Lovers emerge through a bush, crashing, spinning, tripping, catching, laughing, and holding. Their bright prismatic clothing covered in leaves, smudges of dirt, and twigs poking out of small holes. Between them a dented wicker picnic basket dangles, seemingly forgotten.
Smiles turn to Kayla followed by a deep bow and curtsy. G’day m’lady! Apologies for intruding upon your walk, though it is a pleasure to meet you.

Kayla smiled sweetly and said, "Oh don't worry, it's all fine with me." She looked between the two and her smile widened. "I believe we have not met before. My name is Kayla Inkeeashi." She placed a hand lightly on her chest.