Nova Peak Pärry

The man prowls forward, his posture asking for a peaceful audience. She raises her crown in turn, studying the warm cinnamon eyes as they light by stars. He appears strong, black as night and with an obliging demeanor that does its part to temper the the huntress’ mistrust. 
“Ayovi,” she gives, nose tipping to gather deeply at his scent. Her eyes flick over the distant girl, whose initial verve had honed to caution. “You are travelers?”