Greatwater Lake petite fleur

The stranger is fidgety, youthful of face in a way that doesn't quite match the rest of him, and she finds she can't quite decide whether she's looking at a teenager or a seasoned adult. The only thing apparent about the man is an air of suffering, easily recognizable from a childhood of watching it fester in the slaves of Minrathous. He is pretty, though, in his own way, and that trivial thought is enough to dismiss her more judgmental tendencies.
She watches him carefully as he responds to her without quite answering her question, noting the twitch of his ears, the way he startles slightly as his gaze settles on Aldric, then turns his attention fully to her. He's clearly rather shaken up, so she keeps her voice soft as she speaks again, returning his smile faintly. Yes, we felt it. It's been happening for weeks, and most other creatures have fled by now, She glances to Aldric briefly before she continues, focusing once again on the stranger. He seems soft, perhaps pliant if she can get him to calm down — perhaps useful. It's safer out here than in the trees or mountains, though.