Honeyed Pasture Wonder It Better

A slight giggle escaped Sirona's lips as the stranger made his silly joke. It felt wonderful to be socialising again, to not be so isolated from the world. When he continued, the good-humoured fae looked at him with a more serious gaze.
"You're right. I come from an island far off here, I believe. It's a long story; you wouldn't want to hear it." Igneous eyes glazed over momentarily as she recalled her past. But that was not relevant now. This was a new start, a better start; this was her chance to be happy and to find a new family who wouldn't leave.
But you're the one who left Valyn, a tiny, niggling voice told her. But Sirona ignored it, because the past was the past; one could not change it.
Shaking her head slightly, the nostalgic she-wolf returned to the present. "So I don't suppose I could have your name?" she enquired, tilting her head minutely.