Horizon Ridge you're a new song baby

 as ever, the wraith's eyes are studious as he watches the stranger. her movements are odd - jarring, almost, and coupled with the strange pattern of singed fur she carries, it is easy enough to hypothesize. lightning doesn't come to him - but some sort of traumatic injury, and something unusual at that. there is no sympathy in his gaze, only a cool sort of thoughtfulness. 

 the funny-odd speech matches her uneven walk, but her eyes are sharp and samothes is not dense. "samothes," he says with a nod and a half-smirk, "pleasure." for once he drops the messeda - after his talk with thelxiope it doesn't seem so necessary to carry that weight, especially in this land where it means nothing. it's rather freeing. "what happened to you?" he asks rather brusquely; no need to beat around the bush with it.