Wanderings [Open]

His footprints were light, not causing much of an impact on the pale grains of sand that constituted so much of Hueco Mundo's surface. He walked without purpose, gently meandering across the vast expanse with only a vague destination in mind.
Slowly, Rikai was returning home.
He had been away from Las Noches for several days now, resting little, occupying his time with simple things such as gazing at the moon, pondering the nature of power... utterly boring stuff, to most people, but he seemed to derive some enjoyment from it, despite appearing immune to such experiences as pleasure and happiness. His Zanpakutō was slung over his back, as usual, but it had not seen use on this trip. Rikai had destroyed a Hollow or three recently, but he had done it with the force of his spirit, with no need to bother his sword hand. This was the only occasion that broke the monotony of his pointless journey.

Sometimes he would cry out in his cool, thin voice. This seemed to be simply to break the silence. He would spout random phrases, sometimes even singing them, if it was certain nobody was around.

"Night gathers..." he mumbled cryptically, now being one of those times when the silence simply needed to be broken. "Until death do we part." He would not admit it, he barely even realised it himself, but he had become lonely as he walked the sands. "A beach without an ocean is a desert." A part of him could not wait to be back among the Arrancar. They were noisy, boisterous creatures, but the part of him... one of the more human parts of him, did enjoy their company... if they were not fools. "But they oh so often are..." he spoke louder, finishing the thought vocally.

Making no attempt to hide his approach, he advanced towards the fortress of the Espada, the sound of his mental instability echoing in the empty air.

There she sat, cross-legged with a lazily slouched posture as she surveyed the realm below. Where was the Primera? Upon one of the highest towers, perched as those auburn-brown oculars watched for any signs of movement. Well, what she could notice, anyway; given the height and bird's eye view, it was likely she saw creatures as little black specks. Still, there was her pesquisa to rely on - her expression feigning lack of sleep or boredom as her back leaned forward, her left elbow rested upon her thigh, while that adjacent hand propped her tilted her up.

While many thoughts ran through her mind, one was pretty obvious: where had her subordinate fled to? She hadn't seen him all day, but then again, did it really matter? Supposedly not.

Inniúila's thoughts were running a mile a minute, until her ever-watchful gaze caught a glimpse of some 'ant', and then her reiatsu sensing abilities came into effect. "Ahhhhhh, so he returns..." She mused, scoffing aloud to herself. It wasn't a norm to have a child Arrancar in the Espada ranks, after all... and while children did annoy her - or at least she felt like a child would annoy her, deep down inside she was glad the Familia was still strong. Not saying she really liked the brat, but she also hardly took time to know him.

Akin to the Canyon effect, the sound of his voice echoed off each building and structure of Las Noches, invading Inniúila's space as she heard what he was talking to himself about. Blinking and snickering, her nonchalant expression turned awry; a sadistic and troublesome grin was plastered upon her visage, but one for jokes and pranks!

For now, she stalked him with her eyes and sensing as if he was prey; calculating and presumably forming a plan of attack upon the poor child Tercero... Or perhaps he would feel her own signature, as well, calling off her dastardly thoughts to prank him.

As he made his approach, the Tercero immediately became aware that he was not alone. Shortly after, he knew he that he was being watched.
Rikai was not overly troubled by this shocking revelation. Eyes were everywhere in Hueco Mundo. Small Hollows occasionally hid just beneath the sands, peeking out and staring at passing beings. He had now drawn fairly close to Las Noches, and Rikai did not rule out the possibility that he was going to be welcomed home by some form of... well... he didn't even know. Arrancar were unpredictable at the best of times, it was a lot worse when you packed an army of them into a fortress, no matter how gigantic said fortress was on the inside.

He did not yet reach out with his Pesquisa, finding that he didn't care enough to use the technique to discover the identity of the presence. He merely continued walking, acting as if everything was normal.