Greatwater Lake lady of the lake

Plum gaze settled on the reddish brute, her right eyebrow rising slightly. His affirmation caught her interest, some may take her ‘praising’ as small talk, but he was different. A fellow sun-blessed individual, so far away from home. Was it true? Did he really mean his words, or was he bluffing and took it as small talk? She couldn’t be sure. Her mind was running miles as her face and body remained still, eyes blinking every few seconds giving her away. “Indeed,” her eyes lingered on him for a while, “Every day is a blessing under ze sun,” cream tail twitching slightly.

Hemera’s accent was a norm in Evenfall, so when he mentioned it, she somehow felt embarrassed; “Far away south,” she muttered accentuating south, distant tone could easily be noticed and interpreted as a ‘don’t ask any more questions about that’. She rarely if ever showed any emotions, even when she did, they were always shown with purpose.

“And you, masked volf? Where do you hail from?” the woman tone changed, softer than before.