Hushed Willows the revelation

'Copila luminii'... The woman spoke in a foreign tongue.

Although Siofra's mind couldn't quite grasp the words she uttered, her body communicated in a language that transcended all barriers. Poised, assured, yet far from arrogant. The name of the Lord was unfamiliar to Siofra's ears...however, it was evident that the one before her treaded a lit path. Even if she could not see it, she would approach the mist of the unknown with nothing short of respect.

Hemera... it was a sturdy name.

"I have wandered far from many things," Siofra breathed, her tone smooth, honest. "...But it is rare that I meat someone so grounded. Your faith is strong, Hemera."" A compliment. Something that she did not give out thoughtlessly. The lady returned the gesture with a small bow of her own. And then, her personal title, bare and true: "My name is Siofra."

Her pupils lingered on the lucent plum eyes. Perhaps she was mistaken-- it was no more than a wisp-- but a hint of fatigue seemed to be placed upon her, and perhaps she too had found herself in the same situation as the exile. Worn by travel. However, a sense of admiration would steer the maiden away from bluntness. Averting her gaze to scan the canopies, her words came light, either to be addressed or blown away, "Have you travelled far?"