Ouroboros Spine Can I say that? Don't have a clue

A new face approached the boarders to answer her call -- not that belonging to the autumn warrior woman from moons ago. It was a small, athletic woman the color of damp costal sands -- thick furred, freckled cheeks, and gem eyed. She was young, not that much older than Centri, but notably more mature. It hadn't been that long since the flower nymph reached womanhood, afterall.

I greet you, miss. To her approach, the woman would bow her head respectfully. An attempt to make herself smaller, in the presence of who she assumed was an authority figure. I am Centri Auclair. 

I come here with the desire to return to the village as one of you, If you will welcome me back, that is. In truth, she didn't know how they'd see her after her dissappearce, an unknown that left a sliver of anxiety at the pit of her stomach, yet she never knew unless she tried.