Wapun Meadow downtown

Awwwwwwwwww.

She didn't have time to look around for long. Her brother didn't appear, but the sounds of someone approaching did reach her ears and Ibis felt like she should duck and hide, but... That would only confirm what so many people thought of her. That she was too small and weak and airheaded --- no, she'd be strong like Okee, confident like Ira. The girl channeled them as she looked around and out of the grass came a new face.

He looked young, but rough too. His coat was pale like her's but with less warmth to it, kind of like snow but not quite as pure, and -- he had scars. Obvious ones, and wounds, which had her gasping softly while he spoke. Who're you? He asked with a big smile and Ibis felt a small one tug at her cheeks. It was hard not to smile back.

My name is Ibis. I'm from -- Lost Creek, she was about to say, and stopped herself. It was a habit she had to break. The east.. I'm travelling. Who're you?