Silver Creek the kindness of strangers

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before long she was met by a stranger, and it was at this point the wildling had to put on a friendly face; she pulled it off well. a slackened posture, diminutive gaze, the shifting of her attention from the beautiful trees to the wolf who had so easily discovered her.

i am a wanderer, she explained peacably, the lilt of her voice clearly holding an accent of some sort. but i yearn to put down roots. i had not thought to find a place so beautiful before, but now that i have - oh, she smiled with increased fervor, and every inch of amaranth bespoke a natural charm. i am not so presumptuous to think i could enter your lands without invitation, surely. i am amaranth. and i am at your service, kind one.

as she bowed her dark head her smile faltered, but only to be replaced by an expression of austerety. she did not think her name would be recognized this far south - but the ismerian was not keen on sharing all of her secrets. she kept her surname and titles close to her breast; let this guard believe the basics, for they were true, to a point.

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