Blackbeak Bluff All I desire... is silence and indifference...

She noticed his stare, his eyes lingering on the ruin of her face, and turned her head so that only the right side was visible to him--the unblemished cheek, the Melonii indigo eye. That one orb surveyed him coolly, taking in his stammered answer and drifting to the horizon. Ah, yes, the sunset. It painted the water a vibrant purple-crimson shade, the sky slowly fading into twilight.

"It's beautiful," Maegi agreed, padding a bit closer and settling back a ways and to the side, so that he caught none of her flaws from where he sat. She hoped he would not question her position or her wounds; she sometimes tired of wolves looking at her like she was some kind of disease. Especially when she was merely trying to be friendly.

"Who are you?" she inquired, looking at the sea, not him. Her voice was utterly casual, lazily spilling each syllable. His face was not familiar to her, nor was his scent. Maegi wondered if he was clued into the whereabouts of Mou. Likely not, but it was worth a try, anyway.