Fairspell Meadow She's a lady, and ladies shouldn't be messed with

Wicca heard the bellow from across the meadow.
Why, it practically boomed with how silent it was out here. 
The simple warning was awarded an amused chuckle that she hid well behind a rather neutral stare and the interested tilt of her head. 

"What is...Akashingo?" She asked to the man genuinely.
The cold was beginning to bite slightly at her though, and thus despite her smooth voice, she shivered a tad, attempted to shake it off with an embarrassed smile
"Apologies, I'm entirely new to the area..." She admitted, though she stayed where she was, unless he would invite her closer.