Dawnlark Plains ≡ Dragonfly

His eyes swept over her figure as she approached. She was thin, tall, and breakable. She didn't need to be out alone--though he supposed (given his presence) she no longer was. Though, it would be suffice to say she had no reason to consider him true to the nature he were. 

 Furthermore, it was quite obvious that if she did decide to run Collision would not be capable of catching her. She was built to be a runner. He was built to be a wall. Her voice had a strange lilt--perhaps strained. It were tinged with curious tone and he supposed she was one that spoke in a first tongue he did not understand, "Collision Adravendi, miss," He offered her a warm smile, though not over bearing, "And I'm no threat to you. What is your name?" Her scent drifted towards him--delicate but muddled with others. She either wasn't alone or was on her way home. There was something...familiar...in the midst.