Moonspear we were always so damn insecure

the lady who greeted her was a kind of beautiful corinna had trouble placing. she was strong but elegant, and carried herself in way that simply demanded respect-- corinna respected her for that alone, for it was hard to master that look. she was stark and stoic, steady voiced and standing tall. corinna did not crumble beneath her-- that would be cowardly-- though she would be on the ground in seconds if the woman asked her too. and so but the young yearling dropped to a respectful postition with a deep bow of her crown, avoiding eye contact as that was the most respectful thing to do. 

"your home is lovely," corinna said, and as was she, "i am a naturalist, and a healer-- my skills lie with the earth and sky, and if you'll let me i would love a place among your ranks." she raised slightly so the lady could get a better look at her. "my name is corinna," she added-- for that was important as anything else.