The woman had settled more in the meadow, especially now that Rosings had disbanded and the wolves had left their forest. While she couldn't say that she was happy to hear such a things she wasn't exactly unhappy either. It meant that she wouldn't be disturbed, except of course by Palisander. They had developed a sort of partnership of corts, working together since it was easier than surviving alone.
Dawn had broken and the woman drew a small smile, reclining like a sphinx as she surveyed the meadow she had taken up residence in. This was the most peaceful time to her. Some of the flowers began to bloom as the suns rays touched them and she was pleased by the vision as the meadow woke up. Her little garden - a near private oasis. She was happy that way.
She was not on a scouting trip per se, but her wandering had taken her much further than expected. However, she wasn't quite disappointed with the destination, seeing that it was quite the find. A meadow of some sorts, dotted with flowers just to add to the charm meadows had in her mind. On top of it all, the warm light of dawn was already starting to touch the earth, coaxing the flowers to unfurl as if with a gentle hand.
Anita strolled along feeling quite content. She had needed this -- time to be alone with her thoughts. However, her thoughts mostly consisted with "how am I going to find my way back" and "wow, I'm pretty hungry." She decided to tune herself out and keep walking, hoping to find something to pique her interest.
And that she did. The sight of a reddish figure not too far ahead, seemingly enjoying the meadow as much as she. Anita couldn't help but walk over cautiously to see who exactly it was. She neared, glancing at the stranger with amber eyes. A she-wolf, by the looks of it, and not so aggressive from what she could gather. However, she knew that this could change in a heartbeat, may this she-wolf not do the best with company.
"Sorry if I'm...interrupting anything here," Anita grinned, suddenly breaking the silence. She wanted to let the other woman know of her presence, lest she startle her.
Isley was not aggressive by nature - not unless driven to it. Instead she was more swept up by peace and just absorbing the view. It wasn't long before a scent interrupted her peace and Isley turned to view another figure, the other female regarding her in the same way. "Nothing is interrupted." Isley offered, her eyes drifting from the woman back to the planets. "Just enjoying the peace and quiet." She explained - there was nothing the woman would be doing to interrupt Isley's time there.
The flowers were beginning to open up more, the meadow bright and alive with colors and shapes of various patterns. It was beautiful to her, and she liked the slower pace of the meadow. She wondered if any other grounds might be as wonderful as these. "My name is Isley."
The other woman spoke, her gaze not quite resting on one place for too long. "I'm glad I'm not breaking the peace," she smiled, assuming "the peace" was the silence Isley had most likely been sitting in before. Her thoughts were confirmed as the woman spoke again, and she was thankful for the stranger's seemingly cool-headed nature.
The meadow burst into color -- though burst wasn't quite the word to describe it. It was more like the flowers were slowly unfurling, beckoned out of hiding. It was warm and beautiful, bringing a smile to her face.
"My name is Anita," she said, exchanging a greeting. "What do you find yourself doing out here all alone?" she asked, not being able to contain her curiousity. Maybe the other woman was simply enjoying her leisure time, but maybe she did have a reason of being in the meadow.
The question was a natural one after all, and Isley regarded Anita with a patient sort of curiosity. "The meadow has several different types of flowers - some bloom at different times." Isley said with a smile. "Some only with the sunrise, some with only the sunset." She hummed out. It was easy to see that she was more passionate about the plants themselves, about the different types and their specialities. "Are you out for any certain reason this morning?" She asked curiously, her head tilting just the slightest bit.
For some, certainly, her passion might be off putting. To her it was just second nature - her family had been this way, many generations up. They all had a passion for healing and for tending to others, Isley just had yet to find many to investigate her affections and loyalties in. With luck it might change, but for them, the poor meadow was given her attention.
The woman began to speak, and Anita layed down in the soft meadow grass to listen to her. The girl nodded every once and a while, genuinely interested in what Isley had to say. As an aspiring scout and hunter, she didn't have the knowledge of herbs and plants that she wished she had. Knowledge like this would certainly be useful.
"You know a lot," she breathed, watching the last flowers bloom. The other woman surely had a passion that Anita picked up on, and being an ardent soul herself, she smiled. Her ears pressed forward as she spoke again, this time asking a question. "Well, I guess I'm just wandering around and enjoying the view. Exploring, if you may," she spoke.
"In my pack, I am working towards being a scout," she decided to add the information, though she wasn't really on a scouting trip. Rather, she was just wandering for no real reason. "A scout goes on missions to learn about the world, though I'm not on any mission at the moment," the girl shrugged.
Isley smiled at the praise, her people were sometimes truly proud. When it came to plants there was no comparison, she knew a great deal. 'Horticulture has been passed from mother to child for generations upon generations in my family." She explained with a patient smile. "Ones that are just ornamental, ones that heal, the Kali are lovers of nature." Isley said, her tail swaying pleasantly behind her. She listened patiently as the woman divulged her own interests, looking at scouting in the way that Isley liked her botany.
"Surely you have seen a great deal then." She offered. "You sound interested in the way that I am, just in different fields." It was a natural thing to have passion - some people were unfortunate that they never truly found their calling. Isley had been truly born into it.