Wild Berry Meadow i don't dream

Her attention shattered at once, the fragmented pieces not to scatter far as her gaze rounded on him with a modicum of ire thrown in. It was hard for him not to smile like a cretin, but he was instead captivated by her eyes—of course such a vixen would have captured the brilliance of a winter's sky in her gaze.

And of course, it would match the solitary word cast his direction.

"Are you finding anything here? Things are bleak to the north."

Perhaps she had been, but he is brazen enough to attempt his hand at directly acquiring information. In spite of being charmed, Valtari was far from a charmer, and certainly less of a meandering wordsmith looking to earn good graces. But it was evident she had been searching for something and given the respectable lack of anything decent worth eating to fill a belly, it's a short process of elimination why either of them are lurking across a berry-less meadow on the cusp of winter.