Golden Glade Still a soldier

Calida smiled briefly at the man's words, and she shook her head, telling him, "No need, I just wanted to make sure you knew." He didn't seem aggressive, and she was off-duty, so to speak, so Calida allowed herself to relax, her shoulders dropping. She let out a slow, soft sigh. She'd been working hard lately, and her body appreciated the break.

Clearing her throat, she continued, "Anyways... I'm Calida, of Atautsikut. We live on the mountain." The stranger smelled of a pack, but one she hadn't met, so she asked, "Who're you, and where're you from?"