Firestone Hot Springs A pale being of mist and moonlight

She does not stir from the comfort of the heated pool though one pale aud twitches back to catch the soft tread of her approach. The brassy doe creeps into her vision, recognized by the faint onyx dimple upon her cheek. Her honey eyes are tight with apology as the polar woman watches her curiously, ears rising to catch her soft words. 

"Is alright," the ghost uttered, umber orbs dropping to the pool in an attempt to make the woman feel at ease - ears curling against her skull nonthreateningly.

"Who're you?" The fae asked a moment later, peering at the southron with owlish eyes. Her desert pelt smelt faintly of Evergreen and the northron had seen the woman about the campsite. Still, her presence in the healer's life was as mysterious as the bear's - she could not recall how she knew either of them.