Hushed Willows the revelation

The woman slowly made her way through the ethereal landscape, maintaining a continuous pace, as though she were chasing the rise and fall of the sun. Her pads were hardened with wear. She had yet again fallen victim to her irrational fear of dormancy. It had been well over a full moon cycle since Siofra had last seen the grace of her home, and yet, she continued to be restless.

Excessive travel wasn't good for the body. Had she left all of her sense back at her kingdom? It was as though she were desperately searching for something. Something which...she could not pinpoint. Her expression held no sense of emotion, just plain neutrality as she walked through the greenery. 

The canopies above resembled the verdant forests of seagrass if they had been plucked from the seas and placed into the sky. Their branches loomed, pointing earthward, and harbored the appearance of...another figure. Siofra paused, allowing herself to have a brief moment of thought. It was uncharacteristic of her to approach a stranger without due reason. However, the impulsive side of her, which she so desperately tried to conceal, won her over in that moment. It appeared that the two would cross paths regardless, and she desired an excuse for a break.

Slowly, Siofra approached the wisp among the willows, a celestial breath from the gods.  Her posture spoke of a polished character. And thus, she too would display hers.

"Excuse me," The exile spoke in a hushed tone as she stepped closer, slithering around the perimeter of a trunk. She was careful to avoid any significant disturbance. her olive gaze settled upon the lass, and she mustered up an inviting look. "...I search for the plains. Do you think you could point me towards the general direction?"