Sunset Valley Where to now?

they regarded one another for a brief series of moments, with hosannah wondering what the stranger was up to - but she had other matters to attend to, thus the thoughts drifted from her mind. he seemed able-bodied. perhaps this soul was fresh to the lands of the wilds? if so, he was hale and hearty, barely touched by the famine; given time things would change. perhaps this beast came from the last remnant of green upon this earth. but she deviated from him. was looking, was speculating, then turning away and drifting with her steps and her thoughts.

hosannah meant him no harm. she continued to look up at the setting sun, and to the barren trees around her, hoping so spy a bird whose feathers she desperately needed. it was difficult, as birds were experts at hiding in the night hours. some flit between the branches overhead and were cast in a baleful vibrance; they were not the kind she required, so the sparrows and larks and all manner of little things were also ignored.

she huffed eventually, and decided it would be impossible to find the feathers at this hour. what else? what could she possibly bring back with her to the grotto? and then her attention drifted back to the stranger, and she seemed much more interested in him. as she advanced upon him she was slow and steady, with a sullen manner, but by the time she was near enough to speak she boasted confidence. you are new to this place, are you not? it was not the most friendly way to greet a person, but hosannah was nursing a small headache from all of her searching. she squinted because of this, feeling the pulse behind her eyes. from where have you come?