Gilded Bay In the wet grass out back, we spread the sheet

The female seemed keen on understanding her- or in the very least, accepting her, which was appreciated. She did not mind the questions that tended to follow each greeting and she had been trained to withstand them and answer them in such a way as to not bastardize her position or have her own dignity and beliefs rattled by others who were blind. She sensed a kindred spirit in this one, which warmed her soul; it was nice to be in the company of an accepting wolf. Sibyl knew that her task was to speak with wolves who were largely blind, to varying degrees, but she always felt her life became much easier when she found herself in the company of those whose spirit was open and welcoming. 

"I am Sibyl," She said. "We are always here," She commented, albeit somewhat vaguely; a reference to her earlier statement that she was not a traveller. "We are everywhere, always," She said, feeling that she could ellaborate a bit, with Nimueh, having come to the conclusion that she might suffer less judgement by the one she felt was open to her concepts and beliefs. "...But we are focused here, in search of a sandstar." She said.