Haunted Wood A sprinkle of glamour, a dollop of charm, trading,

She paused a bit, a frozen smile upon her brown features. An unspoken omen, quiet to the outer sanctions of the old Kingslend, and would drag his etched antlers in the dead of night. She felt a nervous, an odd feeling that hadn't arrived in sometime. It felt like the night that her and her brother met Grayson- but that was another story.

"I suppose it is," Célnes gave a lukewarm answer, and diverged the topic elsewhere, "what are you plans, cousin?" while not directly related, he was a removed one. Alongside the Calhoun line, one could say they definitely saw each other quite a few times, and she wondered if he counted it as a friendly encounter or not. With a smile of perfection, she was fake as always.

"We have family in the forest."