It was a proud woman who carried herself against the world. That's what her mother had taught her, anyway. Against public opinion and scorn, the ones who walked the tallest had all the power of the moon, if a little less. As an oracle's student she'd never faced too much scrutinity, but she'd always tended to flirt too much, carry herself a bit too highly; gossip was fun in all forms, even when it was about yourself. Her mind tended to wander to all those old rumors and little lessons as she walked, even before she'd come to this place. From the shining sands to her path through the green, Antigone couldn't keep her mind off of the home that she'd left behind.

Oh well, though — it had gotten boring. Her family had understood that, at the very least.

She's just about to pick up to a trot, to, and prance her way back through the bright green valley toward where she'd come from — that is, until she nearly barrels right into someone! The grass had suddenly given way to the bank of a lake, and the shadowy girl had to reel about on her thin legs before she stepped on her company's tail. Darker than she, a full shadow on the cool earth. Woops. "Sorry, sorry," and her voice lilted with extra care, ears flattening against the top of her head. "I wasn't - uh, paying attention, I guess." Very eloquent, Anti, ten points.

Had she managed to step on her? She hadn't meant to! The dark girl's ears flattened as she only stumbled backward from those snapping jaws, frowning briefly at the traipse of her own feet. And she thought she'd been careful! She was almost more thankful for her moontouch than she could imagine; being so dark, like a shadow on the ground, it was no wonder she hadn't barrelled the poor woman into the water!

A stinting, honeyed laugh managed to weave, if a little awkwardly, from Antigone's lips as the woman seemed to settle, though she didn't move much closer than where she had been directed, a good two feet between them. Amber? A pretty name; she knew that hardened amber was a good thing for many healing spells and trinkets, and if you could find anything in them, you were as good as immune to harm. "Antigone Demos," and there she was, officially introduced to the entirety of the Wilds, her name now in the air for percievably forever. One more immortality point. Concern bent her brow, and she let her golden gaze fall to the woman's changing figure, though what ailed her wasn't so obvious in sight (she could barely see her at all) but more in her scent. "Are you all right? I mean..." Not just the step, is what she meant, though she was loathe to say it out loud in case of another snap of those jaws.