Snowforest Taiga ☁ έχω χαθεί ☁

Naivety was, at times, a curse.

Nothing in life so far had prepared her for encounters with men outside of her own social bubble, those high-class men with their rules and their customs, so unlike the untamed creatures of the wilderness; when the thump of a rabbit's corpse shuddered to the ground, her only thoughts were of thanks. Cocoa eyelids fluttered open, lips parting to breathe in the warm, tender scents, before her sleepy gaze trailed to her saviour, the one who presented her now with another chance at survival.

Though her first attempt to speak provided her only with a croak, Daivya seized the moment to observe which merciful being had gifted her life in his palms, and came upon a face unlike any she'd ever witnessed before - the only resemblence she could attempt to place would be upon the features of Iliksis, the secretive serpent, who'd slithered away in a time of need. Whatever her senses would whisper to her, the gods upon her shoulders, this man had saved her life. Although it was a man's very duty to care for the more delicate women, she would never have anticipated being in life-debt to one she had not once spoken to in her life. Not one of Grayson's troupe, but a traveller, one beyond the lands she'd witnessed. Here he stood before her, like a god among the deceased life of the taiga, and despite his piercing gaze she could only be grateful. She swallowed half the meal almost greedily, feeling the rejuvenation of her senses, but, in accordance to appropriate manners, she politely let the other half sit, so that unless the stranger spoke otherwise, it was his to consume.

"T-Thank you, kind sir," she whispered, lilac eyes drifting back up toward the brute. "σου είμαι υπόχρεος - I am... in your d-debt."