Meadowlark Prairie someone to rely on as thunder comes a-rolling down

the other seemed to relax, causing Heloise's own shoulders to droop slightly. she still stood tall, dignified and even militant. though that was merely her being her. it had nothing to do with the situation. she allowed the girl to 'browse' in the sense of sniffing about her. subtle movements ceased until she was sure that the girl was content. 

though she should probably introduce herself. "I am called Heloise" for adding her surname to a child's mind would mean nothing. once more she assumed the girl was mute or refused to speak. no matter. it did not exactly bother her. she had met individuals like this before in her travels. the ivory woman knew there was a slim chance of a reply, but mannerism won over common sense.