Otter Creek All my flowers grew back as thorns.

She was a beautiful specimen - Wraen found that the color of the other's eyes was the most striking feature and it was hard to look away from them, even if courtesy and peace-keeping rules required to do so. The lady kept her posture neutral, even though it was evident that not only had she been startled by her arrival, but she was also interested as well. 

So, whether to make contact or leave now, was up to Wraen. And the natural curiousity of other people won this time - she stood tall and proud, presenting herself in calm confidence and wagged her tail in a friendly manner. "Good day, mis," she broke the silence between them.