Honeyed Pasture inferno

The sound of the woman's voice was odd to her ears; she used a series of sounds that were not words, at least not to Saga, and yet from the depths of a hidden pit of shadow there came a silvered stranger. He was forbidding. Moving as if to intercept the two females, but with more caution directed towards Saga's dark figure. She held back a step, feeling as if she had been baited into a trap, but only for a split second. Then, alighting her gaze upon this man - presumably Szymon - she gave a friendly (if a bit wary) smile.

Hello, she cooed as confidently as she could. Thus her eyes were downcast, not wishing to offend the man by staring at him head-on, although she could not stop the wandering of her gaze. In the end, Saga rested her attention upon Doe for longer intervals. When she regarded the man, Saga's vibrant gaze traced a careful line across Szymon's cheekbones, his chin, his ears; anywhere but the eyes. I was... I was sent here by a woman named Ragna. But I have been searching for someone. A man with golden eyes, someone who.. Someone that perhaps, might've known my mother, Brynhildr.

With that said, she looked somewhat expectant, containing the thinnest thread of her excitement — the chance of finding the man from her dreams was ghostly at best.