Greatwater Lake The Ladybugs Are Flying

Thank you, Engel, she says flatly, though her smile has disappeared. Save for the encounter with Grayday and Feyre, it has been weeks since she last sat down and spoken with someone. Or was it months? Time was fleeting, flowing past her as swifty as the currents of a river. Needless to say, she is out of  conversational practice, hence providing the bear minimun in the way of social interaction with this man, Red. For a moment she imagines folding herself against him, enjoying the warmth of another. A shiver runs visibly up her spine. But she doubts she will glean this sort of thing from the stranger and she pushes the pleasant imagery from her mind.

Spencer shakes her head with a small frown. No, not really, comes her breathy reply. I only know that the sea lies north of here. I come from the mountains in the east. The Rocky Mountains... The Rockies are her place of origin, but beyond that she knows of no name to call this wilderness.