Sunset Valley no gods visit the valley

an ear flicked as the woman spoke. waiting without answer? to that, anoré could sympathize, but before she could speak, a familiar figure sidled beside her. she does not hold back the smile on her lips. it was nice to see the wanderer again. 
“together?” she shook her head, "no, but we walk the same earth."
the sound of dry grass underfoot warrants a turn of her ear. a man clad in snow approaches, wariness lingering on his skin. she notes the direction he came from. darukaal? "you will find no trespassers here, sir, only travelers."
she glanced at the earthy woman, who only met the male with silence, "your warning is heard," she continued, her tone growing colder still, "but unnecessary."