Wild Berry Meadow set a beggar on horseback and he'll ride to the devil

Despite not having the best of first encounters with the sable woman, Osleya did not wander far. Perhaps there were riches in this land that she could make use of, whether resources or able bodies. Both were necessary tools for survival, though one came with more perks than the others.

As she moved, much less with grace and more with the mien of a stalking bear, her mind had been clouded by thick fog. Her usual veil of awareness had not yet surfaced, leaving her blind to almost walking right into a familiar form.

Stumbling a step back, her icy gaze shot upwards, targeting the man. The one from the previous day. How convenient. Or perhaps not.

She was in a better mood today, though. Rather than greeting him with teeth, she did so with a quiet, honeyed trill. 

Now it was up to his reaction to see how their second attempt would go. But she would wait with patience, hoping all went well.