Ravensblood Forest Blackworm

the woman’s sleek, black figure, all angles and shadows, seemed as much a part of the forest as the winter wind itself. her words, low and murmured, carried a teasing edge that meredith couldn’t help but meet with a sly grin of her own.

a ghost, are ye? she teased lightly, her mummer’s accent soft but laced with amusement. ye sure don’t move like one. too solid, too sharp. her tail swayed behind her, a lazy movement that belied the alertness in her posture.

her gaze flicked briefly in the direction the woman had been heading—the sea, she’d said. disruptin’? nah, love. just doin’ what i’m told, she said, her tone airy, but the weight of duty lingered beneath it. meredith straightened slightly, her head lifting as her voice carried a bit louder now.

captain! @Noxir! she called, her sharp voice cutting through the trees, the easy playfulness in her tone giving way to something more commanding. her eyes never left the stranger, her posture remaining loose but watchful. think we’ve got someone ye’ll want to meet.

the grin returned, faint but unmistakable, as she addressed the woman again. don’t worry. he don’t bite... much.