Lad Nah had seen his arrival. A dark shadow of a man, but she knew him all the same. It wasn't so much his form (which she was altogether unfamilar with and it changed all the time anyway), but his aura. The taste of violet. She knew him.
And so she waited for him, where she saw the figure in her vision. She waited, not really knowing if he would come or not. If it was just a dream or a vision that wasn't literal or... he simply didn't want to be found just yet.
She was wearing a white sundress with heavy black lace, knee-high black socks and shiny black Sunday shoes. Her long hair was loose and she wore a black big brimmed sun hat. She waited, patiently with a straight back and a blank stare, like she wasn't looking at anything in particular.