Deepwood Weald ²tenn' enta lúme

Shifting her weight, she observed as the silver made her way to where she standed. Her mind replayed the scene when they first met; it was not ideal in any way, as she scared the silver with her presence. She was deep in thought back then; an aura of sadness and melancholy surrounded her. Now it was gone: melancholy was replaced with confidence as it seemed, something she craved for.

“Yes, they have been safe from any danger,” a pause. “It does; I have felt it at The Wall.” The earth shook not only it’s core, but hers as well. It was a small shake, true, but it scared her enough to stay away from mountains for a while.
 
“I see you have witnessed it’s wrath,” her golden gaze wandered over her pale body. “What happened to you, Aurëwen?” she turned to face her once more; her question might have touched a sore string within her.
 
Agana glanced to the place the silver came from. It was.. unusual: trees upon trees, tangled together, seemingly impassable; yet the silver managed to make her way between them easily. “Is this your home?” Was it now? This forest gave the woman an eerie feeling. How could this be her home? Curiosity rose in her, but so did the fear of being watched.