Wild Berry Meadow reweave

West hesitates moving any more until she knows what the other is going to do. The wind swings near her and his scent is unfamiliar; nothing strikes any form of memory and so she feels herself ease a little. She does not make a move as he gets closer but he seems friendly enough in his display that she remains neutral. Power had never been her thing, at least not in the traditional sense, and she doesn’t feel too much need for worrying.
 
“I don’t think so,” she says, glancing around with a shrug. “I thought I might but…” West trails off in thought as if looking around again might give her a better clue. Nonetheless, they return back to the willowy male. “I haven’t been here long.”