Arrow Lake ou l'Optimisme

The pallid witch stepped back as he approached, but in not wanting to prescribe them too much confidence, she avoided moving too quickly, allowing the male to draw near though she resented the proximity. She had survived the curious stare of many- so often, that she'd forgotten to interpret the bold gaze as being potentially dangerous. Her gaze flicked down to the rabbit she'd dropped, willing him to take notice of it instead, but he seemed far too intrigued with her markings. 

Still, she chortled, a clucking, raspy laughter, at his question. "Seers do not tell all," She said. And with response to his question about her markings, she merely scoffed, exhaling a cool breath against his cheek and withdrew so that she might find some peace in having a bit more personal space. "You are too old to be asking personal questions to a stranger," She said. Such liberties were afforded for children, and children only.