Greatwater Lake pink sky, blue heart

introductions are made and nephele mentally jots down the names of both the girl before her now, and of the land she called home. brecheliant. the name was unfamiliar, but the scent the grayscale traveler carried had been crossed before. perhaps she belonged to one of the packs that had been passed up?

the questions tossed towards her result in a raised brow. was this one an ambassador? or just nosy? "we are a familial group." not all that joined their ranks would be considered such, but the core inhabitants of the plains would carry the same name as their home.

"what of your home? part of a big family, or a cult?" she questioned, taking advantage of the exchangeable information. perhaps the answer would be both. but if she was able to gain details on this brecheliant and think them respectable enough, it might just lead to a future alliance. if not that, then there was at the very least the potential of economic benefit in trade.