There was a moment of peace, a moment of utter delicious stillness that had ensared the wildling into an almost fitful daydream; not quite asleep but not really awake. Though her body was still and mind empty upon meditation, the innocent was very much alert. Her ears caught the faint sounds of water dripping from the cave ceiling and landing upon the rocky floor. Every delicate drop held such a mild rhythm, a simply song that calmed her spirits and relaxed her once ago aching muscles. Drops land gingerly upon her thick fur, as if afraid to taint that precious purified coat. She embraces the cave, the darkness and water. It reminds her of home, reminds her of once ago when she was allowed to remain this calm. Now, it was high alert, always high alert for although the ice queen was allowed this moment of tranuility, she knew something soon would dismiss it.

She was ready.

Strange though that the girl cannot hear talons upon rock as a dark presence looms behind her. Instead, she can simply feel it, like a wave of spirits have reigned down upon her. She makes no move except to breathe for now she can feel no threat. Deep, rumbling lyrics destroy her peace and a smirk forms upon pale kissers. Oval auds swivel towards the owner of the voice though her face remains forward. Her body gives no sign of the fact that she is nothing more than annoyed. Of course a male would be the one claiming such a place. Or course a male would be the one that 'greets' her on this day. And of course, a male would be the first one to break her sparse moments of peace. At his interesting introduction, Tempestas merely flicks her ears back forward before her own beautiful melody rang out, "Samil," His name drips from her lips like a sweet poison. She is tasting how it feels upon her tongue. "strong name."

It is at this moment, that while she is speaking, the girl rises gracefully from her earlier position and in one elegantly, smooth movement now stands facing the larger brute. Of course she is smaller, for Tempestas has always been a small vera. Still, don't let the scar and size fool you, she is not one to be toyed with. Those seafoam colored eyes fixate upon his own. If it were not for the scar upon her other eye, one would never know that that beautifully speckled iris could not see him. The girl doesn't bother allowing her gaze to travel along his form like others, she could care less how the male looked. His name said enough, names were a title, a true meaning of a person. Tempestas didn't quite like her name, though she was told once she was named after her great grandmother who had a tragic unladylike death in combat.

Tempestas' gaze holds no insight to her soul, or so one would believe. Eyes were not the windows to her mind, nor were her features. Her thoughts resided within her actions. The girl lowered her head slightly, giving the male a simple short bow of sorts. It isn't enough to grant him leeway over her at all, simply enough to let him know respect was given until it was taken away. "I am Tempestas, am I trespassing?" Her eyes trail along the cave walls in the dark, as if looking for some sort of sign that this was charted waters, already claimed. Besides the fact that his scent lingered within her, it was faint as if he had been away for quite some time. Having poor sight granted the girl great hearing and smell.

Which is possibly why she was so at home within the depths of dark where sight was pointless.