Black Morass stirring

a spectator arrives, or maybe it was always here. reyna hears the lapping of water disturb what would've otherwise been silence and she turns with the grace of a swan. dawning her best smile, her eyes scrutinize the woman in front of her.

why, hello. she begins, placing one foot foreward. each step like a doe, her long legs slowly close the distance.

my apologies if you were here before me. i am reyna nocturne. she stops just a couple feet away from the stranger. and who may you be?
her sullied-red eyes stare the other woman down. it was not a question she had asked, despite all the niceties.