Dahozhoni Meadow dancing in the moonlight

This stranger didn't seem to consider herself dangerous by any means, no, and for a moment Hira seemed bored. Way to take the edge of things, hm? And the princess, of course, was one who enjoyed living on such a precipice.

And she didn't seem to perceive Hira as dangerous either. A small offense. One that could've possibly ticked something within the woman, should it be any other day. But in this moment, she was fairly relaxed. The moonlight seemed to soothe her typically erratic persona—aside from her dancing only a few moments ago. A giggle: I might be. Maybe she would reveal herself as such!

Looking for someone like me, hmmm? Her eyes shone curiously; a learnt behaviour. Truly, she had no care for these strangers, never one to join sides for too long. Always the loner in the end. But she would gladly preoccupy the statue with questions. Her demeanor seemed to shift, something that garnered a somewhat real amount of wonder from Hira.

Finally, she spoke again, feigning interest with a forward lean and a single word: Why? Voice airy. Somewhat mystical, as if she truly were faekind.