Wapun Meadow i. a vagrant you shall become

Enchanted she is, lips twining with faint appreciation as she is met with a name as delicate as the face it matches: Aurëwen. 

"Rhælla," she returns, muzzle bobbing once, "though Rhæ and Ell are also acceptable." The last is vaguely bemused, somehow wistful as she recalls nicknames bestowed by her playmate and counterpart, Rhaelyx. 

"Does it bother you greatly?" She would inquire upon recognizing the milky sheen of blindness tucked amongst scars, hesitant but with concern - turning to fully face the woman with an empty eye socket of her own.