Lost Creek Hollow Joining

Though he sensed her uncertainty of him, his gaze did not leave her form. Instead he watched for the nuances that would clue him in to what she was debating, whether it was what to say or how to say it, or even a response that could have fit the situation. Instead what he got was more than what he had asked, as her own response seemed to hint at a history mirrored by more than he could have imagined. His own life had been full of fortune, but he deigned to reason that the same fortune had begun to run out.

It was however, her last statement that gave him pause again, though the duration was not more than a few seconds. It was something to contemplate, though why he did not entirely understand. Earth Spirit? At best he wondered how it fit in with all the other beliefs he had been exposed to over the years. "So you'll be loyal then," he murmured, though mostly to himself. It seemed unnecessary to ask — only time would tell if she adhered to such a disposition that so many others had lacked.

"Come," he said then, this time loud enough that she would hear it. Mordecai turned back towards the depths of the woodland and waited to see if she would join him. "Are you a healer?" he opted to ask, perhaps to spark a little conversation and politely pry into what else she may have. Perhaps if she was so invested with the earth, maybe it made her similar to Harlyn. But they had miles of border yet to pierce through and he suspected in time he would make a better decision whether to allow her in further when they crossed that point.