Cerulean Cape Time Does Fly

Shalon gave a nod to them both as the woman, Thuringwethil, introduce the two before her. Traveling. "We are all traveling at some point or another are we not. I prefer the term wandering, as I have yet to find a desitination in mind." A small yet saddening smile swept the fae's maw. "I am here for the moment, the sea has been my guide for sometime now. The seagulls my only companions, and the waves my only confidant." As if to prove her point Shalon took a moment to hear the crashing water, and take a breath of salty air. She hadn't revealed much, only attempting to make meaning less conversation. She wished to know more of Thuringwethil and Tirgatao, it wasn't everday that you met another on neutral ground, and an even rare occasion that the other might want to speak.

Shalon's silver gaze could see the stiff posture of this woman, it was hard no to notice. Shalon prided herself on her ability to read others, at this moment though she tried to ignore it. She knew she had overstepped, and hoped it might be forgotten in time, the multi-hued woman had no intention of prying for more information. She had forgotten the lessons once learned in the Teekon Wilds, she realized that now, and would have to work on them later.