Blackfeather Woods Let my mind be your freedom

"You certainly worded it as if you wished us to be your servants." A sly challenge, cocky even. Just a game. She shook a back leg, removing a clump of mud that deposited itself on the ground behind her. A small grin.
Her head tilted slightly, assessing the woman. The fire she held had been extinguished by the dark veins running below the woods. A cool ice had replaced her fire, unbreaking.

She took a deep breath before speaking again, "Perhaps, yet I know how to seed such things amongst others." The hint of what she was, the crown she'd clung to for so, so long. She'd accepted it would never adorn her head.
"I'm surprised you haven't been sought before now, our eyes are often aware."
Wintersbane. The mass that patrolled daily. She would do the same soon, inside and outside the borders. Prowling for information.

But how was it so that this woman knew of the woods? Perhaps she'd once dwelled here, suggested it enough. Flicker wasn't about to argue with her over it. It would only make the life easier, she probably knew more than herself given the confidence she assured the statement with.
The cream woman merely rolled her eyes before settling to meet the dark-ones gaze.
"What is your name?" She repeated.
But perhaps the first words she'd spoken to her had been her name, in a different language. She wished she hadn't dismissed them so easily; if only to know if she spoke them again.