Kintla Flatlands Scorn the Apricorn for it's Forlorn from the Tree

tundra's expression does not change in the slightest upon noticing him notice her. eyes of azure bear into her across the empty space as he moves forward with an evident amount of purpose in her direction. aside the slight narrowing of dark eyes the woman continues to remain statuesque especially since he has the sense to stop at a respectable distance- dropping into a sitting position. for a moment that's it, the two sit in complete silence- exchanging nothing side the intensity of their stares. however eventually he speaks, a simple word rumbling from his chest in the form of a greeting. 

she dips her head slightly- "greetings" the word slips from her jaws in a soft toned breath but there too is an iciness lingering beneath, matching the void look to her doll eyes quite fittingly. something about the man gives her the impression that he is not the type to just approach one to make small talk- of course it's a quick assumption to make as she has literally only been in his presence for mere minutes but there is a sense of purpose to him that has her thinking there must be a reason to his decision to approach. 

no more words are allowed past the boundary of shut jaws but the expectant look lingering in her dark gaze asks enough- well do you want something? she thinks it's only fair as he is the one that approached her that he carry this conversation if he so wished to. already she can feel the bareness of the flatlands making her skin prickle uncomfortably as she fights the urge to turn tail and race back to the forest. she can not become too dependent on the trees to shelter her.