King Elk Forest through bog and brier

interesting is the variety that winter has pushed towards tindómë's borders - bold sunflower, sharp but weary jomyo, traumatized but bright matteo, and now this withdrawn creature, young and delicate and, frankly, to the point. he wonders what she's been through to have scratched her throat raw the way it sounds - he can't smell any lingering illness and her eyes are clear and intelligent. 

he glances at mato, then clears his throat, addressing the woman. "the name of this place is king elk forest, and we are tindómë. we don't have a traditional hierarchy but value trades and skilled members - do you have any particular skills - or things you like to do?" delight pauses and adds, "also, what's your name?" figuring this was a good enough start unless mato had something more to add.