Bitterroot Valley Yeah, right. What're you gonna do, punch me?

the mood you lose a post.

Célnes was going to keep to herself, leaving the other in peace. A quiet partnership of the land, and she hoped wouldn't be an issue, as the elken woman was a foreigner. Though the other came over, and with a greeting to add, she did so back, "hello there." Vivid eyes glanced around, as she continued to speak, "it's beautiful." Her own home of course, had flowers, wisteria and the variety, but not of these. It was always interesting to see the different kinds.

"Do you live around here?" The Déorwine asked. She knew the wilds held a variety of groups, but she did not know where. The more information the better- she was loosely scouting out. Eventually she knew her family would need move, to get safety for wounds and to figure out what to do now that their home was burned to a crisp. Options, were vastly wanted.