Blackfeather Woods talia

a child is the first to approach her -- from behind, startling her when the small voice pips up. she twirls on her heel, pinched expression quickly giving way to a guarded neutrality. reed still has a soft spot for young children -- but this is a stranger's child in a strange forest; she knows better than to come on too strongly. instead she gives him a sharp once-over, unbothered by his proximity.

"reed," she answers at length, one of her ears twitching back. "reed fearghal, to be proper -- although the name has no meaning anymore." she's held on to it because it is all she has now of her blood family, even if she never knew her father really. it is a birthright and a claim, meaningless to anyone but her. (one day, she'll make it mean something again.) her expression at last relaxes, raising a brow at the boy curiously as she asks, "and who are you?"