Whitefish River Summer dress

His remark on enemies had been answered easily by her non-answer. Standing, the arctic Amazon's bearing was similar to his, lacking only the nearly excessive stature, though she was long-legged in her own right. She naturally exuded authority and what was likely earned confidence, appearing then to have shaken off her former reservations regarding his sudden, disruptive presence, a progression which suited him thoroughly.

Had she recognised his name he wouldn't have blinked an eye, but he wasn't any closer to doing so when she hadn't, either. The sight of some DeMontes, unless the rooted variety, could be stunningly fleeting. He flashed her the smirk of a knave. So strong they can afford to run off to be mercenaries, chasing the sun and skirmishing with dragons, he informed her, his voice a growl of drollery. Dragons, of course, were the mythical creature of choice in many of the stories he'd been told as a child. He had in turn taken great care to pass on his own wildly extravagant variations of these to his younger siblings.

He regarded her features more carefully at the mention of her name, comparing them in his mind against any that had left a mark in his memory. Chewing it over briefly, he came to the conclusion that he couldn't recall actually meeting a Kesuk in the past, although someone somewhere must have mentioned the name at some point, if they abounded at all the way the DeMonte line did. An overwhelming number of individuals had come and gone around Lilac Valley, and despite being painstakingly mindful, Bagheera's attention had often been diverted by more significant responsibilities than cataloging names to faces. I hadn't, he replied candidly, intentionally past-tense about it. He would remember her.

The panther's paws remained still for the moment as he was assuredly not complacent to part ways with the company he'd collected. If your bloodline is well known in the north, why have I found you on this spot of riverbank? he queried, something she could just as easily turn around onto him, and likely would. Her answer stood to be any number of things, and he sought information then above all else. He knew very well it was entirely possible those mountains he'd had his eye on in the distance were not even worth reaching. I'm all ears, you'll find.