Deepwood Weald silver light,

Dominika looked around when the girl asked her if she was also waiting for the rain to stop. “I suppose I am,” she mused. “Though, really, I was simply wandering this forest for lack of anything else to do. The trees just offer better coverage than somewhere more open would. In truth, I have nowhere to be.”

There was an awkward pause for a few seconds as she tried to think of something to follow up with. “I apologize. I never gave you my name: Dominika. I come from… far away.” She fell silent for a moment as she thought her birth pack, but she had left them so long ago that the ache was dulled by now. “Do you live near here?”