Mudminnow River under pressure

the other replied in a sing-song manner, and the winterborn let out a huff. "Well, it'd be real boring not to be, wouldn't it?" came her retort, watching the woman. she hadn't answered the question, and the girl's brow furrowed even more. "I'm Dawn." she offered, wondering if giving her name would cause the other to do the same. she scented the air as had become her habit as of late, scenting nothing other than the scent of the woman- from this, she deduced after a moment, she should be alone. right? probably.

she moved a step closer, watching the woman, and finding herself, despite the lack of true conversation, interested in the young adult.