Serpent Lake look toward your golden towers

Her ears pushed forward with his spoken word. One she had grown familiar with as she lingered in these lands. It would be rude to not return the gesture. Greetings were key, she found. Announce one’s arrival and lay down the foundation of purpose. Hello. Her word almost a wisp but surely loud enough for him to still hear.

She was always left at a social stand still once greetings passed. Where to go from here? How did one read into a simple exchange of hellos? The inside of her chest felt like it burned with anticipation and it urged her to speak more, to learn more of her company. Help? A creature of habit she was and she could not stop herself from questioning if he needed assistance.