Whitefish River The Great Thorn

Forgoing the pleasantries and idle conversation, the newcomer approached with an immediate request for information. Only a moment passed between them as the wanderer sat in her silence as gaze roamed over the female, noting still the difference in her appearance to others. It was captivating, really, and deserved a memorable record of it however long it required her gaze. Her ears perked to the question, but still she took a careful moment to answer. "I dont," she answered just as succinctly, quite glad the female was keenly to the point of her approach. Too few of their kind retained this desired trait. "Nor was I aware that lands kept names." Her brows peaked slightly in interest.