Firefly Glen phantom stranger

well, she certainly was not expecting that. Huntington stared blankly at the other woman, having expected some form of information to flow freely. instead, the woman was ignorant of this land and its scape. or rather, she did not care enough to learn anything. how basic her life must be. the skull-clad woman could not hope to live a life of ignorance. "there could be worse, I suppose" she at least agrees upon that. 

with the wind now dying down, she turned her body from the safety of the trees. long, thin legs carry her forward and past the other as she prepares to depart. the other is not even given a second glance. Huntington's pale gaze is fixed on the horizon. she would say it was 'nice meeting you' but it was not. she would be lying. the other hadn't given her a lick of information. "farewell" she says shortly before having the decency to add in.

"I must find a suitable place of shelter now that the wind is dying." with that, she walked off without another word.

/ EXIT HUNTINGTON /