Redsand Canyon "Never forget what you are. The rest of the world will not."

Her gaze canted along unhurried, only to pause when it landed upon the argent man - approaching with a predatory gait, somewhere between the prowl of a jaguar and the brawl of a bear. 

Liri's auds fluttered to life curiously to capture his call as he drew to a halt some undecided feet away. Her tail rose to her hips and swung idly in welcome though his stance screamed dominance, leader. 

"Liri," the fae answered simply, dipping her peppered crown to him once as the serpent fixated an unwavering stare upon her company. 

His scent was carried to her upon the harsh and dusty winds, one that was fast becoming familiar. 

"You must be Stigmata," she surmised in a soft muse, offering him a polite smile. 

There was confusion in his gaze though no sign of revulsion yet, for which she supposed she must be grateful. The healer bit down on her tongue slightly, concealing a vaguely amused grin. 

How odd she must look to this proclaimed conqueror.