Whitefish River It's a beautiful and a burning thing

When he silently turned eyes and simply stared at her, Vienna wasn't quite sure what to think. He didn't seem threatening so much as... odd? And odd she could most certainly deal with. In a way, she too was odd, as many could see her abundant enthusiasm as a little wacky.

Then his expression went a bit sour as he greeted her and she wondered if perhaps she had been mistaken. Really, there was only one way to find out. "Did I interrupt something? If so I can leave, no problemo! Were you fishing out there? The water looks chilly, not that it isn't worth it. Fish are always worth it." She loved to fish herself, but the Sunspire didn't afford a lot of chances to do so. It was moreso sheep way up there, though she had hit up a few of the surrounding streams at times. "My name's Vienna, by the way. What's yours? Unless you don't want to tell... then nevermind."