Stone Circle ᛊᛁᛞᛁᛏᛁᚱ

It seemed she'd caught his attention. Forest eyes crinkle slightly in greeting as the man draws nearer, and it was then that Leifa felt her breath catch. Midnight and rust, he even bore the same gilded gaze as - "Dad?" 

Her voice was hushed in the space between them, cut short at his accented words. It was not Rusalka; a fool she'd been to think her father may have found new life away from the coast (unbeknownst to her, he had). It begged the question then; who was he?

"Sorry- I uh- I thought you were someone else. Ameline is a..friend of mine," she lifts her gaze to his briefly and feels her paws rooted.