Honeyed Pasture inferno

She thought that the meadow was the perfect place to find others; it was wide and mostly flat, and while the grasses were tall, eager to obscure, she could see in every direction. Yet she did not see the earth-toned woman until she heard the voice and her attention was snapped towards her. It was a small greeting, but the manner in which the stranger observed her was... Somewhat unsettling. Still, Saga had been on the road long enough and met enough oddities through her travels — she readily assumed they meant her no harm, which was probably quite naive.

Ragna had said there was a pack on the coast. Deirdre's forest was not what she sought, so this was the next attempt. A part of Saga assumed this would be a bust as well, but she had to try.

Hello, she called to the stranger, trying to sound impartial, but her voice chimed with lighthearted cheer. I.. I have an odd request. Or rather, how was she to broach this subject? Hey, I'm looking for a man with golden eyes and my half-aunt over yonder mentioned a name? Faced with this petite woman (who Saga assumed was out on a walk or on a patrol), she was suddenly made anxious, and her shy demeanor was overwhelming. I'm looking for someone. Gray fur, golden eyes -- a man.

That wasn't strange or anything. Saga didn't want to explain from the get-go that this was a man from her dreams, because that'd sound even worse. With a nervous little smile plastered on her face she added, uh, know anyone like that?

It hadn't occurred to her yet that she should've just asked for him by name.