Jade Fern Grove I'm blending into the grass with my snake-thumb

Anokhi turned a curious eye toward the voice, quickly noticing the unfamiliar frame of its source. Who are you? she asked. The question seemed intrusive and until an explanation was made, she did not plan to give a serious answer. The waif stretched her tail and yawned, blinking the residual sleep from her gaze. I'll tell you if you tell me.