Hiuta is settled on a bench, eyes closed, hair moving slightly in the faint breeze. His breathing is slow and even, and a faint smile rests on his lips.

Variance approaches from the east for once, not really looking occupied or convicted one way or another. Simply passing through, minding his own business, et cetera and so on. Interesting, ain't it?

Hiuta opens his eyes slowly, but doesn't focus on Variance, or even make an effort to turn his head in that direction. However, he does speak. "Hello."

Variance slows his already casual pace briefly at the singular word, half-wondering if it was actually intended for him...

Hiuta merely waits for a reply, looking a touch curious, but not much else...