Overture Downs spoken words like moonlight,

i love u blackfell .

chuff sounded from behind the snowwoman, and she raised her head quickly, quite unceremoniously in fact, and nearly came face-to-face with one of the leaves of the lower-branches upon the tree she had been inspecting. rearing her head back, she gave a look to the vegetation, and then, upon scanning the meadow, the dark man a few ways away from her. an awkward, breathy laugh left her maw before she could stop it.

she moved aside, and although she was unfocused on the ground below her, pawsteps continued to move with a care, a precision that only a huntress could carry, working subconsciously to both conceal her steps and to reserve the plantlife. dawn-hued eyes lingered on the shadowy man, growing distant as the past seemed to flicker within her gaze. another man of darkness and shadows faint within her mind, long before these lands. the embodiment of a crows feather, who lived within the mountains.

hello, rala finally said, words northern, arctic in their smooth ease. a soft chuckle, looking back to the tree only momentarily: you, ah, startled me. hope you did not see, although, she believed he might have. not typically the one to be self-conscious of herself, she felt thrown off, now. not her usual chipper self, her song almost diminished by what seemed to be so plainly a reminder of her departure. staring, shamelessly.

a blink, maybe two, and she would speak again: you - remind me, a careful smile upon her face, a tilt of her head with brows drawn together in an innocent, though somewhat distant expression. of someone - where are my manners? i am nanuralaaq. a respectful dip of her head, just as ataata had taught her.