Totoka River dancing with the waves

She gives him a ceremonious bow at his introduction. Perhaps she should be more cautious, but she feels that the man is no threat; she cannot smell home anywhere on him which both saddens and comforts her.  I am Mirabelle Melisende of Éireann.  The fawn weighs his words carefully.  The sea scared her but she understood that food and protection often came with its looming presence.  Certainly, it is intriguing.  Powerful, tumultuous, dangerous yet enchantingly beautiful, is it not?

Mostly she is speaking to herself, but if he deemed her with a reply she'd listen intently.  She begins to groom the dirt and grime off of her cream pelt for the first time since her escape.  Ideally she would use this time to care for herself and rest, under the protection of another individual's presence.