Blackfeather Woods Remember who we are

Crossover for anyone following my other character, Phex!

Her expression was kept light and soft, a spy's facade that was easily played. She didn’t expect the woman to eat before her, she too would wait until alone. “Nice to meet you, too, Tundra.” 

The other's expression was unreadable and seclusive, portraying her similarities to the wood. She should pray to one of these daedra, maybe one would grant her the same shadowing. Funny, she’d never even thought of following in the steps of her deranged Mother. Oh, the Wise-Woman had been special, she’d kept the mountain safe until the downfall of the Ace, Dyreeque ArcaneSkye. Her train of thought turned back to Tundra and, inspired by the reminiscing of her own past, decided to inquire about hers.  

She listened and spoke again, although not over friendly, just softly: “So, where did you come from, traveler?” She allowed her lips to quirk at the corners.