Dawnlark Plains Powers

The amber pelted girl stalked through the trees, watching the male and pondering whether to approach him or not. Even if she hadn't known the last one she had come across, Kinvara could see that he thought much of himself; that he was arrogant though probably not malicious. Still, the thought of joining the self proclaimed King had not appealed to her, nor had the thought of stopping at a border and begging to be let in. The reclusive girl was content to be a loner, though companionship also appealed to her.

Perhaps this male, tall and thin though muscular and shrouded in a pale brown coat, could use some companionship as well. Kinvara moved closer, stance hesitant though harmless. Chuffing a soft greeting, the mute girl moved close enough to speak comfortably should she choose to do so.