Whitefish River Boom, boom, boom, clap

Saēna's lips closed into a thin line that signalled her worry and doubt. The monster across the river didn't seem to be any easier to understand now than she had been before, even though now it was saying things that were less nonsensical. The Redleaf-DiSarinno youth got a strong sense of foreboding from the stranger, but as she didn't have the word for what she was feeling, she remained rooted to the spot. One move on the monster's part would send her skittering back up the plateau's side, but there was morbid curiosity there, as well.

“Saēna,” she said strongly, conjuring every last scrap of defiance into that one word. Whoever this monster was or had been, Saēna saw no threat in her so long as she was across the river. Even knowing her name could not harm her, at least in her mind. She knew nothing of witches and warlocks who could use names to cast curses and spells, but somehow, she wasn't fearful.