Phantom Hollow Back Again

Menta's looks didn't fall on blind eyes, and Ambrosia's grin widened. Her own lemon orbs looked over the creamy woman's body, taking in her lack of scars and the similarly colored eyes. 
A giggle escaped her throat at the strangers frayed nerves, and she correctly assumed the second part of it was her name. 
         "The fen is... Um..."
Swinging her head around, it took Ambrosia a moment to regain a sense of direction. Tawny pelt heating up in embarrassment, she flicked her tail to the South West. It was a general idea, but she knew the fen was long behind her by now.
                         "A day or two travel that way."