Blackfeather Woods her face it bloomed like a sweet flower [m]

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though his time spent in these woods was slim as a child he was familiar with the title of listener. she certainly fit the what he'd conjure in his mind if someone were to mention a dark priestess. there is something intriguing about her ability to create an atmosphere, to summon deities to her without using her voice. it fuels his curiosity. about the deities of these woods. about her, made even more so at the respectful bow she offers him. the tundrian finds that most curious of all because he's done nothing ( as far as he can see ) to deserve it. still, for the sake of being gracious he accepts it and returns it with a dip of his own head before he turns and exits the way he came, heading towards the borders to patrol and reflect.