Kintla Flatlands wrought in stygian visions

Just traveling through. Three words, but they sparked Osprey's interest imediately and she once again looked at the female with all the "wheres, hows, whys" reflecting in her green eyes. Questions that demanded to be asked, curiosity that needed to be quenched like thirst in a hot day. She waivered, sensing that the other thought she was wasting her time on the plateau dweller. It was almost a pity that she had not trespassed, then there would be a valid reason for her to keep her here and inquire for more.

"You better shouldn't - we don't take invaders too kindly," Osprey said, recalling the time, when there had been someone raiding their caches regularly. "Where are you heading?"