Shadow Mountain nalaktuk

Ma'am? Did she really look so old? But she licked her lips as she thought about it, and knew how gray her face was. Of the ponch that she carried after having her daughter. Without her family of hunters she had let herself go, somewhat. She smiled.

I am Silanga. She gave a small nod of her head, her gaze briefly unfocused as she dwelled in the realm of memories. She was haunted in that sense. It is nice to meet a friendly face. This was a genuine appraisal; she looked upon him kindly, softly, and wished to herself she could be better company - less morose, as it were.