Anju
“Hello Seraphina,” Anju replies, as cordial and respectful as ever as she dips her head in returned greeting. Most called the woman by a shortened form of her name, but Anju did not take such liberties without being much closer to the individual. It did not mean she was opposed to kindly returning the sentiment however.
Remi’s words prompt a contemplative slow nod. “Perhaps my training as a Dragoon would be of assistance. I would be happy to help defend their lands, if they are kind enough to invite us to inhabit it.” Though she hasn’t met one in more than passing in her time in the Greatwood, she knows how the Fae feel about the Greatwood and those who seek to live there without being born there. “Do you have an area in mind for a settlement? To concentrate our presence?” Or would they live more private lives, scattered but taking up space as deterrents?
Remi’s words prompt a contemplative slow nod. “Perhaps my training as a Dragoon would be of assistance. I would be happy to help defend their lands, if they are kind enough to invite us to inhabit it.” Though she hasn’t met one in more than passing in her time in the Greatwood, she knows how the Fae feel about the Greatwood and those who seek to live there without being born there. “Do you have an area in mind for a settlement? To concentrate our presence?” Or would they live more private lives, scattered but taking up space as deterrents?
I am a kamikaze
Lonelier than a patriarch labeled liar
Lonelier than a patriarch labeled liar
