Otter Creek deep six

at least this one could carry a conversation. despite the nerves she showed, the woman was at least able to partake in an exchanged reply. Huntington had been lacking a suitable back-and-forth for a few days now. ever since she stumbled upon this realm, the natives and foreigners both looked upon her as if she was something to be wary about. she did nothing to dispell their anxieties, though it was a bit refreshing to meet this one. 'beautiful' was not something she'd ever come to terms with.

and perhaps she never would. how sad for her, some would claim. "there is merit in appearing frightening, yes" came to her hushed reply, pale gaze slightly bulging "though one could also say you catch as many flies with honey" the wives' tale of vinegar versus honey, such an old classic she employed now. the name was given; Lucy. short for Lucille? Lucinda? she resisted asking. "a pleasure... however, this is not my home. I have none." little harm in giving that information, for it was clear. she did not belong to a pack. anyone could sniff that out.

"and you? do you have a home?"