Bitterroot Valley watching as i fall

A name drifted on the breeze toward her, giving her pause. With one foot lifted, Eilidh stopped, as if holding her breath. One ear swiveled back toward the sound, cautiously listening for other sounds. When he didn't speak again, the golden wraith turned her head back, searching for the cause of the sound. A male, swarthy and broad, looked at her as if he'd seen a ghost. The scowl on his brows drifted into sadness, but his eyes were haunted. As if he expected her to know him, and be glad of their reunion.

Stepping back toward him, Eilidh simply shook her head. No, she began, her voice a wisp of its normal self. My name is Eilidh. Are you looking for Katyenka? Ever helpful even in her grief, Eilidh waited to hear how she could assist the dark male.