Alpine Lake so delicate by one's eye

Minutes ticked by unnoticed and gradually he continued his way about the lake's shore with relative ease. It was quite peaceful if he took it into consideration, misleading him into wondering if Hydra had ever graced such a place. With it's relative proximity to Moonspear, it may have even been worth trying to tease her out to such a location... but perhaps at a later date. She was far too riled as of late, wouldn't come out there unless it meant tearing into a subordinate pushing their luck. Or so he believed.

Though given her attitude, he couldn't help but wonder if she would have tore after the meek little doe that made her hushed entrance first at the corner of his sight. With dainty steps and ears that turned at every whisper, he did not immediately peg her as having something off. Yet she did not see him so much as she sensed him as they drew closer; his interest of seeing a new face was whisked away for surprise at the whirl of pearly whites inlaid along a jaw that held a distinct flaw. It was halting, a showstopper to any attempt he had to venture along a familiar avenue.

He had never encountered someone so young and so very blind.

"Easy now," he offered softly, "wasn't my intention to startle you."