Shadowwyn Moor It came gently calling

Inkeri did not consider her movements graceful. She considered them a necessity. Given how she was raised, the constant abuse. She had learned early on to make as little noise as possible, to take up as little as space as possible. And that had bled into her everyday life.

He studied her like a scholar, and it brought a small blush to her cheeks, but she quickly ignored it.

Okay you follow me. Me.

She led him towards a small outcropping of trees. That bolstered them from the wind. She would give him enough room to settle beside her. They could both enjoy the view and stay warmish.

I am Inkeri Kvitravn. ravn. Well Met Turmeric. Meric. She had difficulty with his name at first, but she was able to wrap her tongue around it by the end of it.