Hoshor Plains Over Hill and Under Hill

he reveals that he is not, in fact, a fucker, though she remains out of sight until he asks if she's joking. Isi pops into sight then, scowl on her features. "no." she ascertains bluntly, getting a good look at the man of the first time. the oddness of his pelt is distinctive enough to warrant a flicker of recollection, which she chases until it turns into a memory.

"oh, you." she says, and relaxes slightly. he was the boy from the borders, the one who hadn't wanted to join but rather, was looking for something. someone? the memories she had of that single encounter were hazy, to say the least.