[ ooc :: Back to roleplaying on Skyrie... I wonder what did I miss. ]The cold winter breeze blew her gentle, blond hair as she wandered around the city streets, filled with people and of course, snow. The temperature did not bother her much, for Lyn had gotten use to such harsh conditions, and even worse ones thanks to her travels. Nonetheless, she walked and walked. Her cyan eyes scanned the area, analysing everything in her path quickly; the people's behavior, their clothings, their manner of speech, the vocabulary, the tone of their voices, their body gestures, the buildings, the structure, the color, the sound, literally everything. At some point, gathering data tends to become boring, since new elements become rarer and rarer as the being wandered from a place to another. Variations become rare on this world. Perhaps there is actually a better place, one that is completely abnormal, strange, hideous, or maybe wonderful. Although... Those adjectives cannot truly be qualified in her data for they could be simply opinions; one's view may not be the same as another's, meaning that, during her data collecting moments, Lyn would had to be careful not to falsify the information.