Arialla shook Peter's hand, quickly and somewhat distractedly -- not that she was trying to be rude; her focus was simply on the tree in front of her instead of introductions. She couldn't stop smiling at it, at the lighthearted cheer it injected into the season, which was a bit on the dreary side. Not so bad here in Torchline, but Arialla had visited the Hallowed Grounds in Deepfrost before, and she didn't think she would have survived the snow and sheer lack of light there.
Gods, this was her second Deepfrost in Caido. She'd been here for over a year. That thought made her smile falter, and she turned her attention to ruffling the tree's leaves, trying to get that sense of well-being back.
She nodded at Peter's words, her voice coming out a little more solemnly. "I'm not from Caido. I'm an Outlander. I shouldn't be so surprised, though -- where I'm from, there were spirits in some trees. We called them dryads."
please don't take my sunshine away
