Sunspire Mountains to linger is to die

As striking as the woman appeared, she quaked and let that fire fade as soon as Kigipigak arrived. His voice was not lancing but it was firm; that appeared to be enough to deflate her, causing her to scuttle around with uncertainty and become more submissive overall. It wasn't such a detriment in Kigipigak's eyes as he enjoyed the brief sweep of power the result left within himself.

A breath later, the woman named herself and stated her purpose. Kigipigak drifted closer with a few strides and took in her scent, inspecting her for sickness, for signs of other scents draped across her—likely invading her space to some degree—and as he withdrew from this inspection he came to some conclusions: she was alone, and she was mostly healthy, except carried a bitter scent he could not place. He did not see her scars.

Refuge from what? He asked. There were signs written across her skin that could answer such a question, but Kigipigak had never seen fire before, he did not know that the woman was wounded in that way. He was curious but skeptical, as this woman was not as strong-willed as he was used to. Where do you come from?