Silver Creek Beautiful things

The closer she approached did Mictec gain clarity as the strangers scent did not mimic that of her abuela. Anger subsiding, she kept a distance from the strange woman who gave an even stranger response.

"I am no oracle."

Like she had practiced so often, she let her eerily vacant expression take head of what the strange woman said. A lost princess, something we strangely have in common she thought to herself. Madness had begun to drive her insane, perhaps this other was feeling the same as well.

"I would imagine you have not seen someone like me, I am but a stranger to these lands." With each word, her own Spanish accent washed over every word she spoke, a clear marker of her former nobility to speak two tongues.

"As such, I am in no mood to offer any type of salvation if that is what you seek."