When I consider how my light is spent

[blindedchampion]

Who: A New Tron
Where: Near the Sea of Simulation.
When: Now
What: Rerezzing on the shore, lost and more then a little panicked.
Warnings: Most likely G, though he's jumpy and may be prone to attack if he feels threatened.

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[quorrious]

Quorra was there, she could often be found at the edge of the Sea, well out of reach of the poisoned waters, perched on a flat rock that had been there as long as she could remember. She'd liked sitting there even before she used it for meditating on. Which was what she was doing when Tron hauled himself out of the Sea, so much like the ISOs had.

His arrival didn't escape her notice, even though she was still deep in meditation, she didn't know precisely who he was, just that he wasn't an immediate threat. She was sitting perfectly still, the only movement was the occasional breeze that ruffled her hair. It was only a few moments more before she stirred, circuits flickering back to a normal brighter glow from where they'd been dimmed in an almost rest cycle, "Greetings, Program." She said, not opening her eyes yet, "Do you need assistance?"