Jade Fern Grove Stay Gold

Reverie. A pretty name. A fitting one. This girl was a reverie, enough to graze at the edges of Tauris’ being, if just a little. She tasted the names, foreign and butchered on her tongue. How queer was the language here.

“You are too trusting, Reverie from Karsheen.”

Was it a fault, or a virtue? Surely both, Taurus would imagine. Her mind lingering over the encounter with her thief, and all the other fiends that plagued the shadows of their wood. Or maybe she wasn't trusting at all, rather generous, and this was all simply a testament to how pathetic and gaunt Tauris had come to look. Regardless, the black female was at the receiving end of this aid, and she would not question it further. She returned to the matter at hand.

“I’m Tauris. I desire a hunt, if you would join me. Here, in the freelands.” She was still wary of an ambush. Neutral ground would at the very least give her a chance to get away should Reverie change her color.