Ravensblood Forest The best traveler is one without a camera

Another alien. Dwinn did not know, whether she should feel luck for such a development or concerned, because she was gaining proof that the world was inhabited by weirder creatures than the ones she had learned about at home. The Uncle IT lookalike spoke in a melodic, kind voice and his speech had very thick accent. The young Blackthorn did not trust this, thinking about all the sweet-talking/-singing/-seducing supernaturals that appeared harmless until they ended you. And with her journey of a lifetime just in the beginning stages, she was not going to exit the race early. 

"Who are you?" she asked from the safety of her hide-out, eyes fixed on every movement of the creature. It would have been wise to not engage at all and run for the hills, but it would be a shame for all the Blackthorns before her, if she missed an opportunity to talk to an actual alien. While Dwinn as all young people had some difficulties in taking responsibility for a lot of things, family honor was something she would never betray. Even if there were only the ghosts of her proud ancestors watching her now.