Ravensblood Forest brief encounters

From his vantage point he could barely see the mountain beyond. It rose in to the oncoming gloom and caught the dying embers of the sun, striking quite a figure as stars flared in to existence; but Tiarnan paid little heed to it. The boy set about finding a suitable place to bed for the night - he did not feel energized enough to wander in the darkness, despite it's advantages. He had barely turned around before he heard a voice calling out - the word itself meaningless, but the inflection questioning and uncertain. The boy sniffed a breath and swallowed his own nerves, figuring he had been found out after all and assuming, perhaps wrongly, that he would have to combat whoever had pursued him. With a bristling spine the boy roamed a few steps in to the forest once more, his eyes alighting upon the fey-light of the stranger.

And at first he didn't know what to do. She was clearly young like himself, and by the sound of her voice he determined she was surprised upon finding him. Her scent was somewhat of a mystery as well - clean, crisp, not at all woody like the plateau wolves; Tiarnan was struck dumb for a moment. When he regained his senses, ears fell back against his skull and he ducked his head in a submissive gesture, hoping that he was right and this ghost of a girl wasn't one of the plateau guardians. "Duit dia," He murmured softly, for he was tired and taken aback by the appearance of such a beautiful phantom.

Losing himself for a moment or two, he slipped a question in to the gaping silence, oblivious to the language gap. "An é seo do foraoise?"