She had no clue where she was from. Any memory she had before five years ago was shrouded in darkness deep within her mind, and she had no way at all of gaining access to it. It was depressing when she thought about it, realizing that something horrible enough to erase her entire world had happened, so that's why she occupied most of her time with various other activities. She kept herself busy, in hopes of never having to find out what had gone on.
But after so long, even her passion for dancing, music, and art could no longer quail the deep rooted desire she felt to discover her true self. After nearly five years as a Serenian, the desire to recover her lost memories had finally proven to be too much for her. Isis had become restless and skittish. Most of her time had gone to gathering information from pubs and bazaars in regards to anything that might be connected to family she could have had.
But nothing had come up. She had been left high and dry by many people who claimed they could help her, and all her resources in Serendipity had been exhausted. Her only other option was to travel outside the country, putting herself in danger from the unknown.
Her travels have finally brought her to the land of La'marri. It actually shocked her that she felt as at piece in the vast woods she walked through the majority of the time as she did dancing on the beaches of Cerenis. For the first time since she had set out on her journey, Isis smiled.
Her long raven hair was tucked into the hood of the dark green cloak she wore over her shoulders. To make traveling easier on herself, she now dressed in breeches that came very near to matching the dark bark of the trees that most often surrounded her, and a loose fitting white shirt, as well as black riding boots. She carried next to nothing with her, save a small a dagger and a water skin.
Isis's cerulean eyes stared out at the world around her, finally landing on the ocean waters. Her smiled widened even more, and she very nearly ran right down to the waters, yelling in delight, but before the sudden impulse carried her away, her eyes spotted the lone man standing near the ocean.
The raven haired woman slowed her pace, making enough noise to allow herself to be noticed. She didn't want to startle him and have something start for no reason at all. It wasn't in her to fight unnecessarily, and she would much rather avoid fighting all together if it was possible.
"Hello," she called out, her voice as clear as a bell," I hope you don't mind me sharing the ocean with you. I miss the waters of my own home so much..."