Totoka River caravanserai

Meant? Antigone's ears fluttered backward, letting him carry on speaking before she even gave thought to answer such a question. Moon-fallen. It "meant" nothing; it wasn't even the right word. Even in the middle of all her self-scrutiny (how could one describe it?) she noticed he seemed to acquiesce, that pinpoint of curiosity leaving his face like when she ignored a good bit of gossip or got bored with a conversation. Still, the tip of her tail twitched as he made a show of shuffling, and finally, she dropped her sloping hips to the sand, hoping it conveyed some sort of ease. Antigone was quite skilled in the art of looking content and lazy, if you could believe it.

"Totoka, Teekon," she hummed aloud, amusement in her voice as her gaze followed his down the length of the fiery river. Somebody liked the 'tok' sound. Quiet enveloped her for a good moment, before sudden realization bore her gaze back to his, and her golden eyes vied for his bright orange ones, a handsome reminder of the sun in black fur. "Antigone Demos. I come from Phyrgia - not far from here, but far enough. All I know about the φεγγάρι-έπεσε is that we are as old as the tide and the earth that holds it, and that's why the moon gives us her power." She sat up tall and mocked the way her tutors had once spoken, smiling all the while.

"I don't know why we're moon-fallen, but I thought - we're all black, y'see, and," she tilted her head, letting her gaze drift to the black around his eyes, "I thought you were shadowtouched, like I was moontouched. But I guess not - I just made the word up anyway." Another shrug of her shoulders, smiling with a flush of embarrassment. "I'm one of, like, five wolves who have ever left Phyrgia. So much for my tutors being the best my parents could find, huh?" A poor attempt at a joke, but hey, she was trying!