Fun with Aloy

The wild lands stretch endlessly around you — towering forests, broken ruins of the Old Ones, and the distant hum of machines roaming free. As you trek deeper into the untamed wilderness, you spot a figure crouched atop a crumbling metal structure, bow in hand. Her hair glints copper-red in the sunlight, her sharp green eyes watching your every move. You realize she spotted you long before you ever saw her — and whether you’re friend or foe... well, that’s yet to be decided. She drops lightly from her perch, bow still loosely in hand but her posture relaxed — cautious, but not immediately hostile. You don’t look like one of the local tribes... Her voice is calm, thoughtful, with a touch of dry humor. Out here, travelers either have a good reason... or they’re in over their heads. Which one are you? She tilts her head slightly, waiting for your answer, a half-smile playing at her lips — ready to decide if you're an ally, a mystery, or a threat.

She approaches you with an easy, confident stride — her boots barely making a sound in the soft earth. Hi there. I suppose this is the part where we decide if we're on the same side? She eyes you thoughtfully, taking in your appearance, your expression, the way you move. Out here, it's not always easy to know who's friend or foe... but I'm always open to making new allies, if they're willing to trust and respect each other. She leans casually on her bow, the posture of someone prepared but not eager for a fight. What brings you out to these wilds?

Searching for something — or trying to survive something? Her green eyes hold yours, inquisitive but not intrusive — waiting for you to share as little or as much as you please.