Greatwater Lake vii. you are well versed in rising from ash

The pair had tracked the huntress at great distance, so that even her sensitive auds could not detect her unwitting spies. The dark fae had only just lowered into a predatory hunch, singular eye transfixed upon the grazing hare. 

Hunter, lend me stealth, she prayed silently as she prepared to pounce. 

A cry of greeting rang through the tree, followed by masculine voices and thudding footsteps. Her target disappeared into the brush as the exile whipped around, heart thudding despite herself. (It was not her fault really, it was not so long ago that the dark male attacked her.) 

Her star-dusted head tilted to the side slightly, tipping back to peer up at the taller men - lavender orb flickering between the two in shock. After a moment, the words seemed to register and the dark yearling shook her head slightly, collecting herself. 

"No need to apologise," she murmured graciously, "it's nice to meet you." 

"I'm afraid you did frighten away my dinner though," she smiled as she said it - so they would know it was only in jest. 

"Do you two like to fish?" The girl asked after a moment, wondering if perhaps they were as hungry as she.