Naavi
Names held power. And this was an outsider. She was surprised the poor woman had not ended up horribly lost, but then... she had no idea where this Aisha had started her journey. "The Greatwood does not handle outsiders well," she responded, honestly. It wasn't like she could lie. "Where did you start your journey? Usually people get really lost, and find themselves led right back out of the wood." She stated, perkier than she probably should've.
"You may call me Sen." There were enough Sen's to place blame, if the outsider somehow found the village. It wasn't a lie, Sen was part of her name. "Do you worship them, the Gods of Old?" She was always interested in tales about the Gods, there were many more than just Rae, Vi, Mort and the heralds, so much to learn in this ever-growing world.
The fae-woman twirled, feet gently touching the ground, before she stopped her movements to gather some tree bark, gently thanking the tree for its use in a musical tongue, pressing her nose to the place she had just removed tree bark.
"You may call me Sen." There were enough Sen's to place blame, if the outsider somehow found the village. It wasn't a lie, Sen was part of her name. "Do you worship them, the Gods of Old?" She was always interested in tales about the Gods, there were many more than just Rae, Vi, Mort and the heralds, so much to learn in this ever-growing world.
The fae-woman twirled, feet gently touching the ground, before she stopped her movements to gather some tree bark, gently thanking the tree for its use in a musical tongue, pressing her nose to the place she had just removed tree bark.
Leave a sparkle, wherever you go.
