Shadewood Trouble the water

As though her call were a true evocation, a shadow colored male emerged before them, mere moments after Amaya's hail. He presented as a strong individual, not of pure flesh, but a balanced physique. A strong contrast to Cordelia. Not truly black, with dark gray underscore. His tone and verbiage was welcoming and as he nodded his head and his gaze drifted towards her, Cordelia lowered her head and subconsciously lifted a forelimb in a curtsy.

Upon Amaya's word, her suspicions were affirmed. This was indeed the head Amaya had spoke of, Cry. Her guide then spoke a certain code. Reminding Cordelia of how the knights in her home would speak in the presence of unknowing ears. Cordelia didn't appreciate the sad story that was told of her, but if pity were to be what convinced him of her required sanctuary she would utilize it.

Opposed to being baggage she added. "An honor sir Cry." she began in greeting. "Amaya speaks highly of your hospitality and affiliates. Along with your values of hard work and kinship. What she speaks is true. I have been left with nothing and seek residency. Though my proportions small, I wish to prove useful in your more domestics needs, should you have them." she wanted to be seen as an asset rather than an additional mouth. Hunting and protection would be of direct use, but other than meager foul and rodent snatching she would prove inadequate, in her own opinion and presumably theirs. Internal affairs would expectedly be most fruitful for both parties involved. Her only fear lay in their need for such things. What more would she have to offer?