Jade Fern Grove if you really listen, then this is to you

She was draped in mystery - nothing gave away her intentions. Luminescent eyes suggested only innocence (though he knew it would be foolish to believe immediately), and the black sylph's voice mirrored his words; she did not make a move to continue the conversation, and Soltero did not have the ability to create small talk on his tongue, so the greetings hung there like frost, slowly dripping to the ground and melting away. 

It would have remained this way, too, but he had a job to do; this duty required him to part his lips and speak to the woman, else he would be casting aside his loyalty simply to revell in the quietude. He would not fail. Not if he desired to retain the creek. "...What is your name?" The smoky traveller prodded, listening to his own heavy voice brush through the air - she had settled herself down as he had, and it did not appear as though she intended to leave.