Qeya River there will come a ruler whose brow is laid in thorn

and yet, not for long. the simple solitude is broken by another, and cassiopeia is content to let the spirit drift by had she not caught glimpse of her features, her scars. she is pretty; the scars that mark her powder-white pelt only add to her appeal and the woman is compelled then to chuff soft greeting in return. her gaze tracks the woman then, curious, and stills. her features are stoic but her words may be interpreted as bold when she breaks the fragile silence then. "do you give as many scars as you recieve?" the spirit's answer will shape her interest, and she's far too bored with greetings and courtesy.

sorry for this iffy post! I don't usually use dice rolls but I'd be happy to set one up if you wanted :)