Qeya River Those who are about to die will say anything.

The stranger notices Thuringwethil and with smooth movements that appear trained, slips into a defensive all at once making herself look bigger. Steel-colored eyes narrow but she doesn’t take any measures to continue forward. Heda leaves the space between them. She tilts her nose upward in an attempt to ease the other. She has no desire to shed blood on the snowy backyard of her home. Her own posture remains, however, eyes heavy down the slope of her nose on the loner’s features.