The Tangle Settle down, it'll all be clear

A shrug of delicate shoulders followed her next words, "No plant in particular, truth be told. I only meant to see if this Tangle ever produces some kind of shrubbery. I'm sure that it grows fungi, and such, as this place is always so shadowed." Giving a cant of her body, distributing her weight, she now took in the dark contrast of his legs against the silver of him; noticed the scent.

"Are you a traveler, if I may ask? What has brought you to ze coasts?" The scent in question smelt familiar - it brought to mind the excursion to Diaspora she'd taken some months ago, looking for Vonnaruil. He didn't smell of Diaspora, though... but she was patient otherwise.