Arrow Lake she's into superstitions

Had she been hesitant, maybe. She was not looking forward to being looked at like an abomination in a place she would call home. Ah yes, but the leader looked a little more like this cursed blood than she did. Like her brother did, is that why she thought of trusting him? Was she being bias due to his heritage, perhaps. She gave herself a mental shake as she smiled up at the man as if melted gold could fall from her lips as the name finally arrived, now that had a nice ring to it.

"Saints of the Dying Light." She repeated, letting the honeyed tones roll off her dappled tongue to familiarize herself with it. It sounded like a cause she would follow, a place she could belong. "I suppose we should. This place is not going to meet itself, now is it?" Again she acted innocent and playful, who's to say she wasn't? Would you dare contradict her?