Falls of the Hinterlands seeker

The sudden voice startled her, but it was honey to her ears; soothing, yet laced with something perilous.
„Yes.” The answer slipped from Rhaena’s lips before she had the chance to think it through. Periwinkle eyes flicked to the stranger: a striking woman of white and grey. Perhaps she had spoken too soon. Rhaena shook her head in quick denial, much like a child refusing their veggies.
„The wilds can’t touch me!” A declaration, bold and certain. How could the wilds consume her when she left nothing behind for them to take?
The shadow girl watched warily as the woman’s gaze drifted away from her, unease creeping up her spine. „Somewhere,” she muttered, gaze shifting to the side, dark brows knitting together. A petulant answer, but she was not accustomed to such inquiries. And yet; what if this woman knew something? What if she had seen her mother?
„Do you live here?” A question in return, a way to balance the scales of discomfort.