Bitterroot Valley by my own will

Words cut through the morning's silence, and her ears planed towards voice of...a woman. Unfamiliar. Yet she remained in her stance, as if the sound had merely risen by thought. So she wasn't alone within the valley. There was a small delay before her answer, and a wisp of a smile tugged at her lips-- discreet, as though she found the question faintly amusing.

"Anahera, Divina Dea Creationis et Benevolentiae," Siofra uttered the name with smooth certainty, her eyes opening.

Company had cloaked her in a renewed vigilance, her attention drawn to the figure carved from twilight. She was sturdy-- far from timid. Her appearance was as unfamiliar as her voice. Siofra's eyes narrowed briefly, her gaze snagging on the lady's cold divinity before she added, "Or whoever will listen." 

No more was given. A golden gaze lingered on the form of the lady for a heartbeat longer, subtle curiosity flickering within. Her demeanor remained reserved, composed...yet not unwelcoming. She would not condemn her presence. Not without reason.

"...Passing through, Baroness?"