DISCOVER - Cherryblossom Vale

In the fail clutches of the circumstance the Soartan confirmed with a resoluteness that the ebony woman was speaking of the Cherry Blossom and not her. Which was too bad, Lux though giving the other woman a brief, appraising look before she let the thought go. The Spartan was not an overly haughty creature and knew, nevertheless, that not many wolves were like her. Or she assumed, at any rate. The woman spoke further then, referring to the Cherry Blossom tree as a Sakura leaving Lux to assume that it was another name they bore, simply in a foreign tongue to her. As it was, 'Sakura' had a nice ring to it and was beautiful in it's simplicity. The ebony woman had Lux's interest when she spoke of old tales, and spirits inhabiting cherry blossoms though there seemed to be a catch. Lux was a bit of a skeptic when it came to 'magicks' of any kind, having had enough of the voodoo crap with Persephone a self proclaimed oracle of the Gods. Lux would admit she was a witch but not the kind that had anything to do with supernatural or paranormal. "What kind of magical ash?" Lux inquired despite her internal skeptism. It sounded like nothing more than the ebony woman had proclaimed it to be: a tale. A bedtime story for children.

"Maybe," The Spartan allowed, wondering what sort of wild fairy tales a true story teller could weave from this place - archaic and untouched as it was. "This vale is probably incredible in Spring though," In fact, Lux did not even doubt it. Turning her honey golden eyes from the tree, twisted an weeping from time back to the ebony stranger once more. "I'm Lux." She offered without an society expectation of a name in return, though it would have been nice. After all, they could both claim the credit of discovering this vale, Lux felt that they should at least leave with each other's names if nothing else.