Fox's Glade she is collecting pieces of the broken hearts

a satisfied nod at his extol is granted as her ardent look flicks back to glimmer upon him. having already been in quite the reminiscent state, she cannot help but wonder idly what exactly will this man mean to her a year from now. will this be the only time they ever meet and as time trudges on shall memories deem them but an affable stranger met one summer day? or like clay shall their histories come to intertwine in bizzare ways that neither of them could ever have predicted. eyes drift to the coruscating canopy, leaves shivering at the touch of the sprightly breeze that tugged at both her and her company's own curled hairs. if she'd never met clay and his father that day than would she ever have joined easthollow? no, it went much further back than that; she never would have even fallen into the clawed clutches of the nightwalkers. what exactly would her life be like now had she never breached the gloom of the daunting treeline the same day that the easthollian prince had ventured forth with his father? she blinks back to the man, feeling inexplicably jittery at the riveting energy squirming within as her conjecture taunted her mind further; would her decision to visit the glade today have the same rioting effect on her future? her heart skipped feverishly. 

collision. she grins, a tad touched to be referred to something as mature as miss. her head dips in a polite nod before returning "pleased to meet you collision, i'm polaris" she rolls her shoulders back, allowing haunches to ease her into an easy sit as she regards him with open curiosity. why is he all the way out here? a scout perhaps, gathering information on the nearby territories? yet she cannot shake the inkling that there is something dragging on his soul, perhaps more noticeable to her now that she too carried fresh scars upon her conscience. yet it seems much too personal to pry on such a matter and so she settles with inquiring "you come from the mountains right? what brings you here?"

her gaze is tugged to the distant peaks, still cringing a little inwardly at their brazen display. her trip with west had surely helped a lot, she'd no longer hesitate in the face of their sneering slopes and of course the fact that they had in fact not been successful in the destruction of her family was a large factor in itself and yet...the memory of their rage was far from forgotten. her chin tips upwards a little, no she'd never trust those slumbering beasts but no longer did she live in fear of them. hell she was stronger then that.