They have been waiting for this moment for days. Sorcha half expects him to turn away from her and hightail it back to whatever den he has found on the mountain. Could it be fear that she feels beneath the roiling maelstrom of his emotions? She is unused to such feelings that he carries and as such is unable to correctly categorize them whenever she focuses solely upon their bond. Fate certainly had led her here for a reason. She has said as much the day the wind had gripped her and tossed her from the edge of the cliff into the waiting claws of the sea below. Her journey here had not been an easy one but it had also not been as difficult as it could have been. She was lucky that it had been divine intervention rather than accidental clumsiness that had occurred otherwise her bones would now be lying beneath the waves of the sea and her spirit would have long fled this world. No, she had known then that the spirits were leading her for some purpose. First to Spirane and now to this male.

The moment she speaks he draws towards her and she can feel the pull of his presence. It makes her body feel warm, makes her muscles clench with a desire to leap down from her rock to move closer. He is both a stranger and her closest confidante at this moment for no stranger would know how she felt yet she is certain he does. Those green eyes catch onto his own as he comes within range, his lips tipping into an unconscious smile and her own turning up in response. His name elicits such a response and her eyes are careful as they move across all his features, drinking him in and memorizing each curve and line.

She graces him then with a quick flash of approval at his words, thinking it better somehow that she should be granted the opportunity to introduce herself rather than another for her. She can feel his longing to know as she smiles down at him, unable to move just yet from her perch with her jaw settling onto her leg and head tilted to the side. "Sorcha. I am Sorcha," she answers his unspoken question in her lyrical vocals. "Have you ever felt something such as this before, Ramiel?" Her tone is curious - what does he think of this? She did not think he fought it and Sorcha was not one to fight fate, it was her firm belief things happened for a direct set of reasons. She was obliged to go along with such things and figure out the tapestry of life.

Finally she moves now, lifting herself up with an innate grace and elegance of figure before she leaps down, settling upon the earth with nary a sound for her figure is dainty and light and she is one with the world around her. She moves towards him slowly until only a foot separates them and she can smell his breath as it leaves his nostrils. "May I touch you?" She has no hesitancy asking such a question and feels no reserve in doing such. This bond requires that closeness and she wishes to feel him, to smell him, to see how his fur feels next to hers if only for a brief moment.