Time Astral | Sirius Black

4||The Traveler

August 2nd, 1995

It was the third day of her break. 

Her house, located in Haslemere, Surrey, was opposite to the direction she was venturing in. Her original location had been Brookwood but at the end moment, she had decided that biking in some other town - one she hadn't been to before, would be better. 

Cracks and booms of the engine reverberated through the road as her motorcycle flew across it, entering now, Little Whinging according to the worn old board. 

It was still early in the day - or perhaps not, she didn't know. The sun was hidden by clouds, the day azure and windy. Hot, was the best word to describe it however. It was so terribly warm that her leather jacket and pants were sticking to her skin by sweat. 

Beads of which rolled down her forehead, and she was certain her cheeks would already be rose by the time she'd find shade. She didn't like the trait very much. But it was because of staying in sun-lacking environments for so long, that now her face became pink and my cheeks red within moments under the sun. 

It added to her attributes though, so she didn't hate it very much. But it made her appear like a soft maiden unlike the ruthless assassin she was. 

Sighing, she got off her bike and parked it in the corner of the first house she saw. There was an older woman in the garden of the creamy house and she shot her a genuine smile when Alasia told her she'll be leaving the vehicle there for a while. 

"Going for a walk? Or to eat?"

"Walk." She answered. "It's been a while since I've been out."

"I take it you like travelling then." She raises a brow, taking in her attire. 

"I do." Alasia said to her, truthfully. "I don't have time between jobs, however."

She clicks her tongue. "I understand. I had the problem before I retired."

Suspecting she was going to keep talking if Alasia didn't make a move out, she forced a smile on her lips - realising it must look more like a grimace. "I need to go, could you keep an eye on the motorbike? I'll be back soon enough." Or not. 

She had no plans to go back to the silent house. She needed company, a bar preferably. Though it didn't seem as though there were many around here. Still, she took off, walking under the hot summer sun, relishing the loo that blew past. 

No matter how warm the weather, how peculiar the place, she was alone. She was alone but - free. There was no Prime to order her about everything. No Masters to tie her with uncountable chains inside a poison Ivy cave, expecting her to free myself. No deadly tests, no deaths in order. 

It was a while before she made it to the nearest playground. It was a small town but homey. The people seemed reserved but welcoming should you need something. Or so she assumed, though she mused perhaps she shouldn't, not from one woman's smalltalk. 

Turning the Magnolia Crescent and walking along the Magnolia Road, she leapt over a fence around the park and sighed as the cool shade of a tree atop her head hit her suddenly. She should've had picnic baskets. 

Alasia grimaced. She had no one to be with, it was her and her alone. What would she do on a picnic? Eat her depressive day out? 

The clouds were moving in the sky but it was the creaking swings that gathered her attention. There was a skinny, messy black haired, bespectacled boy in torn and dirty jeans and baggy and a faded T-shirt. He had a going-through-puberty-leave-me-the-fuck-alone vibe going on and Alasia snorted as he sat on the swing and glowered at nothing in particular.