Ravensblood Forest No more alone or myself could I be

She curses herself for the sudden stuttering halt. Truly, she is surprised by the woman approaching. For a moment she thinks it to be a ghost, a mirror image of herself. 

They are not unlike. 

The woman canting her way towards Lia moves like an ethereal being in the woods, a nymph. She looks like Lia; slender build and limited musculature, coat like that of an angry sea, and as beautiful as everyone had always claimed Lia to be. 

Upon closer examination differences can be discerned. This woman is taller and a bit broader if still lithe. Her coat takes on a deeper tint, leaning towards a black-blue like a brewing storm rather than the silver glint of the doyenne. She is dirtier as well, coat turned dull and muted with it. 

A heartbeat passes and Lia nearly remains frozen as she is by the familiar gut-wrenching feeling the raven had brought about in her. A premonition, yet not a warning. 

She is Banríon. 

Lia continues towards Arturo's woman, her crown dipping low with respect. 

The words are unfamiliar to her but their intent is clear. Lotte is friendly and she is smiling. 

"I am Lia Raurc," the belladonna answers with another tilt of her head, studying the wife of Ceannasach curiously but not unkindly.