[Terezi, wandering along the mud path with some dismay for the sogginess of it, hears the voice and the light footsteps. She stops, tipping her head to better hear.]

It does smell nice here.

[Rather like her forest at home! Verdant and growing and fresh. Terezi's chin lifts as she scents after this person, black lips faintly parted, breath hissing over sharp fangs. She's a slender girl, a little over five feet tall, with grey skin and short black hair. Her eyes are burnt-out-red and staring blind behind her red-lensed glasses. Her ears are pointed, and from her hair rise a pair of slim tapered horns, coloured exactly like candy corn.]

[She's dressed in all black, save for the Libra sigil on her shirt in teal, and her bright red sneakers. In her clawed hands is a red-and-white blind man's cane, the head of it shaped like a dragon's head.]