This new land was fascinating with talk of imprints and the strange history of Angels and Demons. Sorcha had ferreted out as much information as she could for she was a storyteller at heart and as such she needed to know everything about anything. One could make up a vast tale and she had plenty of those - perhaps with a grain of truth - yet having actual stories of legends held more weight and admiration. Of the things she loved in life telling stories was one and seeing the glazed look on the face of her listener - the look that dipped into awe and envy and fright and joy - made her heart glow with joy.

She had found herself ensconced in the mountains at the beginning of her journey and to them she would return if they allowed it. For now she wanders away with the mountain peaks at her back and the sun sitting low in the sky waiting for night to sneak in and clasp its bright palm. She does not worry about herself for she is well attuned to the world; the spirits of the earth and the fey creatures alike seem akin to her, offering her knowledge and seeking to lure her with it's steady, slow talk. Come Sorcha. Further Sorcha. Always whispered words at the edge of hearing and a flicker of light at the edge of her jade eyes.

The world has fallen into a crisp sort of silence when all the animals have scurried back home and are waiting out the sunset with their critter families, ready to wile away the winter making more offspring or sharing warmth in dreamless slumber. The rush of water trickles into her ears as she meanders closer to the riverside, pausing at the edge of some trees as her eyes fall upon a mahogany male who is much larger than her. Sorcha is a short thing with a lean body and dainty legs, yet there is a wisdom in her eyes that hides secrets.

She does not feel a sense of impending danger as she steps out from the trees to watch him sedately and her musical voice lifts into the falling afternoon. "A traveler lost is not a traveler indeed, but what are you, sir, a traveler or a lost soul?" Her voice is pleasent and she smiles quite gently as she waits and watches him.