Blackfeather Woods [m] i must have dreamed a thousand dreams

she is not alone here.
heart racing, blood humming with a furious heat; she freezes, soldier's instinct screaming.
a woman, a commoner, a girl who certainly knew not who zaahira was, nor where she came from. she cannot decide if this fact is humiliating or invigorating.
her gaze is light as she rounds upon the stranger, neutral; not imposing nor particularly welcoming. her nerves are swallowed. her lips part to speak, but she finds that she suddenly cannot.
she only watches, pitifully; waiting.