Little Goat Mountain There's another side

her head did not so much as a turn at the man's call. why should it? she was not this 'Aure' to speak of. being mistaken for, ah, another's loved one... that was quite a first. the woman was a bit distracted, digging under the snow to find the remains of plants and herbs and such things. though acutely aware of her unwanted company nonetheless. it was at his second set of words did she look up, fixing him with a blank stare through pale eyes.

it was good, then, for him that she had failed to notice the man speaking to himself prior. though confident of herself, she was also cautious about others. she had a faint reminder of his voice before he had spoken to her, yet he could have easily been bidding farewell to another in the area. "oh?" she began calmly, lacking such emotion as anything else "a first, then, for being recognized and subsequently dropped of familiarity." she mused quietly, barely audible. his intentions with the other known as Aure was not her concern. though it stood to reason he would be disappointed in having not found them.

she went on despite this. "what do they call you, should I run into this Aure... mayhap I will tell them you are looking for them."