The Heartwood who doesn't say a word,

This place was pretty, she would give it that, but she knew nothing about the other territories. She only knew about these select few places in this corner of the land as adventuring any further (she believed) would throw her off track of her brother. Though, now that she had relieved herself of desperately trying to find him, she figured she could make a trek up there by herself. There was no harm in that, right? It wasn't like she had anyone to answer to besides herself, which left her with the ultimate feeling of absolutely freedom. That was, until someone knocked into her and sent her stumbling over the ground like a bookshelf. She immediately heard the language that befell is mouth and as she attempted to lift her head to tell him that that was extra rude of him (right, like she could tell that to someone's face) she was caught like a deer in headlights as seafoam eyes gazed right back at her. This guy, again? Although she could feel that the lump in her throat was only getting bigger she managed to lift a small smile and a shake of her coat. It was you who ran into me, she quipped right back at him. He was the lugnut who had pushed his way into her. Hadn't he been paying attention?