Elowen had had limited interactions with others since she had fled her mishpocha, but the little she had seen lead to her overly cautious nature. She suspected many of ulterior motives, and this male was no exception. His body language was too rigid, too forced for him to be wholly genuine. However, she did not know whether this meant he was dangerous or simply different from the image he was currently assuming. As a result, she tilted her ears slightly backward but held her position as he crept slowly toward her.

She narrowed her green eyes as he spoke, his voice softer than Leviathan’s had been, but he sounded as though he were just as enthusiastic. For whatever reason, she could not bring herself to even attempt to reciprocate with adequate emotions, but she did manage to let a light smile grace her lips for a moment before responding. “Elowen.” Her voice was equally as soft as his, though in place of a seductive undertone there was a pleasant lilt that spoke of her homeland. “I’m passing through. And you?”

He had an odd expression on his face, but she couldn’t place it. Her knack for reading others had dulled in her isolation. It disconcerted her, and this showed on her face some. This interaction, though brief, was already serving to make her uncomfortable. But she would stick it out; after all, it was she who had sought him out. So she stared back at him, her bright eyes standing out from her soft grey face, and waited to see what the conversation would bring.

elowen

four | female | no mate | no pack | ali