Fox's Glade have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets

she could not help but notice the unease that was rolling off the girl and into the air between them.  it was her turn once the girl simply moved closer at her beckoning and her stomach twisted at the thought that she'd been misunderstood —

but just as quickly as the thought comes to her, the woman's name tumbles from her lips.  sif, she notes in her mind, and for some reason she takes quite a liking to it.

sif asks hella for her name with an air of urgency, or desperation, perhaps.  she hesitates, the first syllable catching in her name unceremoniously before she can get it out, resulting in kind of a gacking noise.

so she tries, again, enunciating more specifically, h-hella, before she moves in closer, leaning up to the other girl's ear if she would allow and whispering as well, her true name. pha-aaaae-dra.

the pale femme was not sure if it was a name she was particularly inclined on keeping as she quite liked the name that wardruna had chosen for her.. yet still, she figured that someone should know.