The Sunspire i walked with you, once upon a dream.

This made her inexplicably uneasy as she stared this male down. He was too familiar, yet not so all at once. She kept finding her way back to his eyes and the reddish accents that ran so prominently in her blood. This.. was bizarre.

Her ears slicked back, then quivered forward. Inari? Too eerie. Too close. She squinted and leaned in closer to him. He seemed maybe a little nervous, and she probably wasn't helping any. "Inari.." she murmured. Hope swelled, unexpected, and for a second, she considered the unlikely. There was much myth she could feed him relating to his name alone -- from her culture, anyway. The name itself conjured images of white fox kami, guardians of prosperity and good harvests, among other things.

On her looking like someone he'd once met, she nodded slowly. "Perhaps I could say the same, although the someone I knew was lost to me -- dead, presumably," she breathed and squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, then strode into motion to circle around him. She was too anxious to stay rooted. "Although. It is eerie looking at you," there was a touch of sorrow as she remembered how painful losing Kaminari had been and how ragged she had run herself looking for any trace of him. "Where do you come from? Do you know? This is the Sunspire." A start.