Whitebark Stream conflict of interest

Daylily was so lost in thought—something that happened to her quite often—that she hardly noticed the other woman until she’d nearly run into her. “Oh!” she said, startled, and looked up into a dark face. Though this woman had black fur, the opposite of Artyom’s, she couldn’t help but remember that this was almost exactly how she had met the man. “I-I’m sorry!” she said. “I was… thinking. I…” She shook her head, and then dipped it in greeting. “I’m Daylily. Daylily of Oakstead,” she said, by way of greeting. “I… have a tendency to not watch where I’m going, I suppose.” She scrunched her eyebrows in worry. She’d have to try and squash that habit quickly or she might walk herself right off a cliff one day.