Hushed Willows My love, hear my song and cry

The voice of a stranger cut through her verse, and her song soon faded. Eyes settled on him quickly, and she found the source to be a boy who likely was not much younger than herself.

It had been some time since she had met a stranger, and she was rarely fond of men... but Waawaashkeshi was nothing if not friendly.

Hello. She responded, returning the smile she was offered. Are you wandering the mountains, too?